I wasn't nearly as nervous getting ready as I could have been. My best friend was having some family issues, so texting her while I was getting ready helped keep my mind off of it. I was kind of excited to see him when he got here, so that's a good sign, right? The movie was good, and when he put his hand on my leg/held my hand, I let him. There was definitely some...ahem...excitement going on on my part, so that's a good thing. When he brought me home, it was early and he asked to see my house. I figured I could trust him, and it was a good chance to see what his intentions are. He almost immediately kissed me upon walking inside. Not aggressively, but he was assertive about it. We sat on the couch and talked and kissed for a couple of hours. He did get a little handsy, but when I moved his hand he got the hint. I sent him home at 9pm, I think a little disappointed that I didn't attack him. So it went well....except for one thing. Last night, he asked us to guess his age. My friend said 38 and he said yes. I found out tonight that he's actually 48 and misunderstood her. I was going to guess him at 40 or so, so it's not like he looks a lot older than me. But I am struggling with it, mostly because of the kids issue. He was married before, but didn't mention any kids when I asked about his family. He said he usually dates younger women. I almost asked him why, but he was in the middle of a story. Is he looking for a woman who can still have babies, or just refusing to accept his age? I know a number shouldn't bother me so much, but it does. In the meantime, the guy I kissed last night (who is a much better kisser) will be 35 next week. Both guys take care of themselves, so that's not the issue. It's kinda sad, but my main thought right now is of viable sperm and a dad who will be able to keep up with a toddler.