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Pool-Boy was funny, nice, quirky and seems to like me. He asked if he could call me tonight. He was worried about the impression he made on me (opinionated, but not in a too obnoxious way.) When he walked me to my car, we talked another 15 minutes or so. We laughed so hard at times, my throat hurt.

He isn't a bad looking guy, and is pretty well built, actually, but I am not drawn to him the way I am the professor.

And, this is soooooo shallow, BUT...
His hands...
I have never felt such rough hands in my life. Seriously. He had gotten a manicure earlier in the day (yet he denies being metrosexual!) and they were horribly rough. The manicurists always asks him about it. He said it is something genetic because his mom and his grandpa both have it.

So, my lusty mind starts worrying, I am not sure I would want these hands to touch me in certain places. Seriously. Never before have I felt hands that rough--not even on a carpenter or mechanic.

When he walked me to my car, I thought it was sort of sweet because he offered me his arm. After we said our good-byes, I realized that was his way of holding my hand without holding my hand.

Professor obviously chews his nails, and while I thought it looked bad, it didn't really bother me. This might bother me.

What was funny was that I was all, "awwwww..." when I noticed Pool Boy hadn't been active on the website where we me since we started talking. Then I got my newest matches from the other site I am a member of, and there he was, smiling at me, having been active in the last 24 hours. Totally different pictures, same text.

Oh, and he likes to dance and has taken swing dance lessons, which is something I have always wanted to do. He wants to take me to some trendy dance club. Sooooo not my style since I hit my 30s, but I'm game.

This guys seems genuine and interested, but then again, so did Professor the first few weeks. I am trying to be cautious! I'm not always very good at that...in case you hadn't noticed.