Unfortunately for me, the Italian Stallion had the exact opposite affect on me that I intended him to. Instead of making me less nutso about Crikey his whole "kids confession" only made me even more convinced that Crikey is awesome and that I am fully "in like" with him. Dammit.
Crikey finally returned from Germany and called me shortly after he got back. He left me a very cute voicemail that I then saved and refuse to admit how many times I've listened to. Bottom line: he wanted to see me again and, more importantly, he wanted to kiss me again. YES.
We made plans for Saturday night and my heart was all aflutter in anticipation of seeing him. Up til now all I've had to tide me over was paparazzi photos of him and "his" celebrity. And let me tell you, nothing tests my newfound self esteem like the countless pictures of him hanging out with a woman that beautiful on a regular basis.
He had to work for said gorgeous gal on Saturday so he said he would call me around 7pm when he was off. 7pm came and went and I had a mild panic attack as I realized how similar in behavior this was to San DiegNO. Not wanting to feel like Baby and be put in a corner again, I texted him around 7:30.
He finally called at 8:15, apologizing and explaining that his employers decided to go to dinner at the last minute so he had had to hang around. OK cool, I get it, work is important, but while you were sitting at the sushi bar watching them you couldn't have taken 3 seconds to text me this? Minus one point for the ex-pat. He could tell I was annoyed so he said he would go home and change and come get me. He laid it on extra thick telling me how much he couldn't wait to see me. Yeah, I'll believe it when I actually see you in person more than once a year my friend.
Sure enough, he called me back 20 minutes later once he had gotten home. He started the conversation with, "OK, now you're going to be pissed," so I was already on the defensive. We've been having a lot of rain here in El Ay and his apartment had flooded. Not THAT big of a deal but something he needed to deal with immediately because on Tuesday he was leaving again, this time for South Africa. To his credit, he took it well when I laid into him a bit and he promised to make it up to me the following day.
Humph. As my friend I was reporting all of the happenings to, and who so kindly offered to take me out and get me drunk when I first hadn't heard from Crikey, so perfectly said, "He better be buying us diamonds if he wants us to forgive him for this!"
I'd settle for bottomless mimosas the following day at brunch, which he agreed to.
The next morning, once again, I was ready to go and didn't hear from him, til finally I texted him, "Ahem. Did someone drown in their apartment? I'm hungry." He called immediately and said he was coming to get me. Damn right you are!
Once I saw him, all anger went out the window. He was hotter than I remembered and those EYES. I think we were both a bit nervous. *I* definitely was. What if the first time we met was a fluke and he was as exciting as a box of rocks? What if we couldn't carry on a conversation with just the two of us and no alcoholic beverages present?
I needn't have worried. Conversation flowed easily, we kept up with each other's sense of humor, and though he was not affectionate with me at first, by the end of the brunch we were very touchy feely. As we were driving home he was holding my hand, driving, and dealing with some security issues (work ones, not his confidence leve). Every time the phone rang he would apologize and move his hand to my leg, rubbing my neck, something so that he was still touching me. H-O-T.
We got back to my place and he came in. I made a show of showing him pictures of my family which were, "conincidentally", in my room. He, being the intelligent man he is, didn't let the opportunity pass him by and he kissed me.
It's electric, boogie woogie woogie!
We continued making out and chatting and talking about things we would do together when he got back from South Africa. He asked if I liked massages, I said depends on who's giving them, why? And he said he was thinking when he got back maybe we could go for a weekend away and get a massage together while we're at it.
!!!!!!!!!!
This was Superbowl Sunday (I know, I'm a little slow on the update) and we both had parties to go to so soon after we had to break it up. I was on cloud nine for the rest of the afternoon and we were texting throughout the game. Even my friend who was demanding diamonds decided to forgive him.
How many days til he's back?
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell,
LL
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