"It's so nice to see you again. Wow, you look great," said Ben as he stood in my doorway.

"Aww, thank you," I said back.

He was taking me to an Italian restaurant that I had never heard of but I assumed it would be good. He walked me to his car. It was dark so I couldn't tell what kind of car it was but as soon as I got in and the lights came on, I saw that it was a Lexus. Definitely not a brand new one but it was very nice.

So, he had a nice car, he was able to take me to nice dinners and he lived by himself so I could only assume that he made a decent living. I wondered if his apartment was nice too but I had no intention on visiting his place any time soon.

We had a nice dinner though and again, no drinks and just nice pleasant conversation while we got to know each other a bit better. As I got to know him, I thought that he had the potential to be a boyfriend but obviously that was something to consider WAY way down the line.

He ordered a chocolate brownie for dessert topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream covered in hot fudge. I figured a little bit wouldn't hurt so I agreed to split it with him but it ended up being SO rich that I knew I could only have a bite or two.

He asked, "you don't want any more?"

"No, that's ok," I answered.

"I like girls who eat so please, go ahead," he insisted.

Ugh..here we go. I HATE doing this. It's always so awkward to tell someone your diabetic because you never know how they'll react. I had already "known" him for a few months by this time, now had two dates, talked on the phone but I had never mentioned it. He obviously didn't seem to notice my pump either. Most people don't care but there have been a few times where it freaked a few guys out and and they never called me back. It sucks but obviously now I had to tell him.

"Are you really?" he asked.

"Yeah. Sorry I never mentioned it," I replied.

He shook his head and said, "that's ok, don't worry about it. How long have you had it?"

"About 11 years now."

Ben said, "Well, I don't know much about diabetes but I'm willing to listen if you want to talk about it. I know it's not life threatening right?"

"No, not if you take care of yourself," I said.

I explained a little more about it, about how my pump works and then our conversation quickly moved elsewhere. It was a relief that it wasn't a big deal to him and honestly, it made me like him even more. He told me a little about his family and it seemed he had a normal childhood. I talked about my childhood and my parents a bit too and he thought it was cool that I grew up in Manhattan.

When he dropped me off back at home, I agreed to let him walk me to my door and he really did seem like a gentleman. I decided I really did like him. Before saying goodbye, he came a little closer to me and asked, "Can I..?"

I just nodded and let him softly kiss me on the lips.

Knowing Claudia was with her boyfriend that night and not wanting the evening to end, I invited him in instead and asked if he wanted something to drink.

"Sure, what do you have?" he asked.

"I looked in my fridge and paused briefly before revealing the embarrassing contents.

"Um..Diet Coke..water..milk." I had some apple juice in there too but I had to save that in case I get a low blood sugar. "Sorry, Ben. Claudia and I aren't big drinkers."

He laughed and said, "It's ok. I don't need a drink. Water with ice is fine."

I brought him a glass and walked him around my small apartment, showing him some pictures and let him take a peek in Claudia's room, which was filled with bright colors, her paintings and knicknacks. He thought she was really talented.

"I'd like to meet her. Maybe?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

He came to my place and now he wanted to meet my best friend.

Lastly, I decided to show Ben my bedroom. Maybe we couldn't remember the first time, but I knew we'd remember the second time..