Funnily enough, while I was on the date with OB who should happen to call me but the man who is fast becoming my best imaginary friend: Crikey. He left a joking message about how he would accept my apology for being out of contact for so long and that he still wants to meet me. Continuing along with our sarcastic banter I sent him a text later that night telling him he's lost his South African mind if he thinks I'm apologizing for anything since HE was the one who had told me he'd get in touch when he got back in town from the holidays. More flirty words were exchanged but as usual, we left it with no firm plans.
So last weekend I decided to grab the bull by the horns and call his bluff. My friend from home was visiting and having shown her my favorite gay bars during her previous visits, we decided to venture out to a *gasp* straight bar! I was feeling particularly cute and skinny as we headed out so I decided to tell Crikey to come meet us so that on the off chance that he actually DID show up, I would be guaranteed to put my good hair day and cleavage baring shirt to use.
An hour or two went by and no word from him, which was no shock to me. I had my phone on the bar because my roommate was also going to be joining us and around 8 or so it started ringing. I expected it to be my roommate but lo and behold it was Crikey! He had just gotten off of work and said he would come and meet us. I said I'd believe it when I saw it.
I had texted my roommate to tell her to hurry up and get her butt to the bar because Crikey might actually make an appearance and about an hour later, she arrived. The first thing she said to me was, "If Crikey was the guy holding the door open for me, and I think he was, he's HOT." Oooh goody!
Sure enough my phone rang and then I turned to see him walking into the bar. His profile pictures did not do him justice. Standing in front of me was 6 feet and 3 inches of chiseled, muscular, gorgeous MAN. Thank god I had had a glass of wine or I might not have had the guts to identify myself to him. Though...given my own height I doubt I could've hid for long.
He walked over and hugged me and he smelled DELICIOUS. Danger zone. I knew instantly that this guy was going to become the new front runner in my own personal man marathon. He also had the look of a dude who could have any girl he wanted and thus, the chances of him being a major douchebag were high.
Unfortunately for me....well fortunately but unfortunately for my heart....he was anything but. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word: involving my friends in conversation, buying drinks for us all, but paying extra attention to me to let me know I was the one he was there to see. The thing I liked best about him were his eyes. He has some of the kindest eyes I've ever seen on a man. Something about the laugh lines around them and the way he would listen intently when I was talking to him melted my heart.
This was trouble. Big trouble.
After a few more glasses of wine, he and I were chatting with our heads closely together. I, being the happy go lucky and slutty wino that I am, leaned in and kissed him. It was as delicious as he smelled. After a few moments he murmured, "Should we be doing this in front of your friends?" and I said "I don't care if we should or not," and kissed him again. Some friend I am.
The rest of the evening went on swimmingly and I was planning the multiple dates we'd be going on in the coming week if I had my way. Then he told me he was leaving for Germany on Monday for 3 weeks to guard the bodies of the celebrity couple he works for. As quick as the universe gives, it takes away.
He walked me to my car, told me to put him as my number one on speed dial in case I had problems on the way home, and kissed me goodbye, promising to call or text me from Germany. I LOVE when a guy gets all protective so this was a major turn on. If I hadn't been driving I would've sat on my hands to keep from texting him immediately. But, having learned my lesson from Crossfit, I decided to proceed with caution in the hopes of not screwing this up.
A little while after we got home he texted me goodnight, which I was happy *I* had not initiated. I went to sleep with a smile on my face and woke up thinking of him.
Here's where it gets tough. Every hormone in my body wants to text him and begin flirting again. But I am remembering the wise words of Crossfit and I am NOT making the next move. This time I'll make the man come to me!
I just hope he comes soon.
No pun intended.
(OK maybe a bit of a pun intended...)
There are easier things in life than trying to find a nice guy, like nailing jelly to a tree for example,
LL
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