The Catch: part III

Though this date doesn't count towards the forty, I do want to debrief. The Catch took me rock climbing in Rockville. I've been fighting a migraine all day, but I really did not want to cancel on him, so I powered through. We met in Cleveland Park and metroed up to Rockville. We had a little while to kill before our lesson, so we got smoothies and split a sandwich.

The Catch had already signed us up for the three hour class, and had paid for it too. It wasn't cheap, so it surprised me a lot. He's done a decent amount of climbing before, so I'm sure he was getting antsy sitting through the beginners class with me, but he didn't show it. He was a good sport and made jokes to the class. I remember sitting there next to him thinking, I could see us doing anything together and having fun. Little by little over the night, the boyfriend-y gestures came out, and it was nice to see his affectionate side.

We also almost wore onesies to climb in. The idea started yesterday when we were texting to make plans for tonight. I asked him what I should wear, and he jokingly said that he usually climbs in footie pajamas. I texted back that I actually own two onesies, and wouldn't it be a riot if we wore them? He wrote back telling me that he really does have a cow onesie. But, today, on my way to meet him, I totally chickened out and decided to wait until at least the 4th date to bust those out. I appreciated the idea though. I don't know what it is about men and onesies that I love so much. I think it's just a sign that they are comfortable enough with themselves to look like a complete idiot.

He's also really good at rock climbing, and is in excellent shape. I felt completely useless compared to him. I made it to the top of all the walls we climbed in the class, but then after class we headed over to the bouldering area, where the good people hang out. I could tell they were good because they owned their own chalk bags. They meant business. The Catch was very impressive as he bounced around like a monkey. I tried a couple routes but failed miserably.

After climbing, we stopped at Atomic Bar in Cleveland Park quickly for a drink. I was nervous to take him there because the bartender reads this blog and I worried she might slip something out like, "Oh, which one is this?" Of course, she didn't say anything like that at all, and now she knows that The Catch is in fact real.

Unfortunately, I'm not going to get to see The Catch much in the next few weeks. He's going to California next week and I'm going to New England the week after. He wanted to spend the 4th with me, but I'm going to Baltimore. We've started a mental list of things to do together, including camping, painting pottery (there's a place near us that allows you to bring your own wine and food), and trying out a new restaurant in Cleveland Park. Actually, we are going skeet shooting on Sunday morning before I go to Baltimore. I had to laugh to myself at his suggestion to do that, after last night's date with the skeet shooter. I guess some overlap like that is inevitable. They're guys, after all.