Seven Foot

This weekend I did something I've never done before:

Botox.

HA HA! (no really, I'm not kidding)

But after feeling a little more confident thanks to some cosmetic enhancement, I decided to do something ELSE I'd never done before:

A woman.

GOTCHA!

No no friends. My new experience was going and sitting at a bar all by myself. I know that to many this is not a big deal. But to me, with my mild social anxiety, it is. And guess what?! It didn't kill me! I actually spoke to 2 dudes!

Then I called my roommate and asked her to join me. Or rather, bribed her by promising to buy her expensive sushi. And so she did.

Later, we wandered over to the very scene-y W Hotel in Hollywood. I'd never been but once I got a few drinks in me and was feeling cute and belligerent, it seemed like a good idea.

We walked up to the bar and somehow found ourselves next to the tallest guy in the place. He turned around and noticed my short roommate and commented that he could probably pick her up and throw her across the bar. I, being the supportive roommate that I am, volunteered to "go long" so that I could catch her when he did this.

Ah. Tall people jokes. Not very often I find a guy I can make those with. But that was before I met Seven Foot.

Yes, he used to play for the NBA. Though when I asked him what he did now he said he works at a car wash and makes 8 bucks an hour, so I was not entirely sure if this was true. We had a drink or two with Seven Foot and his shorter friend, and then, being the lame girls who love our sleep that we are, we headed home.

Seven Foot began texting me early the next morning. He was visiting LA from San Diego and told me he would like to sneak back up here soon to see me. Well, fantastic, Seven Foot, I would like to see you too.

At some point during our texting conversations however, I had to admit that I didn't know his real name. He was in my phone as Seven Foot and I called him Seven Foot as I told the 2 friends I was brunching with about him. Fortunately I don't think he knew mine either, though he didn't as freely admit it as I did.

I asked him if he had any wives, kids, or prior arrest convictions and he was very upfront and said, "One ex wife....a 17 year old daughter...no arrests...no tattoos...work for a communications company...and am very involved in charity." Well if that wasn't the most thorough, adorable answer I've ever heard!

The adorable-ness continued today. He texted me this morning to let me know he can't text as easily while he's working so he asked for my email address in order to continue our witty banter. WOW. Now THIS is the kind of attention a girl could get used to!

After a few emails he invited me to spend a weekend in San Diego at his place. He even included a link to a spa he is a member of and told me I could work out there to my heart's content when I visit. AH-DOR-ABLE. I told him I would very much like to come see him but if he didn't mind I'd plan on spending the night at my friend's house til I determined he was not a serial killer.

Or got drunk. Whichever comes first.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then,
LL

P-P-P-Pokerface

While Charlie Sheen seems to be losing his mind, my dating life is proving to be happily sane.

For the moment.

I was invited to dinner with a gentleman friend and some other folks. Other folks = other dudes. I'm in!

We went to the now infamous Osteria Mozza (Christina Aguilera's eatery of choice when she wants to get loaded and consequently arrested). I was seated next to the tallest gentleman at the table, P-P-P-Pokerface. This is his nickname because, besides just being fun to say, he is a professional poker player. You will remember I went on a date with one of these last year. Fortunately this one was about 5 inches taller and NOT wearing a jacket with rhinestones on it. Moving on up!

P-P-P-Pokerface is just over 40, plays rugby for fun, and travels the world playing poker. He is also tall, dark, and handsome. Not to quote Charlie Sheen (because god knows everyone else is) but: winner!

While this meeting of the minds is going on, Lawyer is blowing up my phone with text messages. He's off skiing and trying to get some sexting going and is mad that I'm not answering fast enough. As I said to my girl friend, "And what? Bitch, you ain't my boyfriend!"

My attention is much more focused on P-P-P-Pokerface. There is something about him that is very open and inviting. He SEEMS to being honest with me, but then again, he masks his feelings for a living. He too has been trying out the online dating thing so we talk about that. I ask him what it is he is hoping to find in the world wide web of love and he answers, with no hesitation, "Oh, I want to find my wife. I love being married."

I choke on my linguini. No, not because of the I love being married comment, he had already told me he was divorced. But the wanting to find his wife comment. First guy I have encountered in ALL of my dating that makes a statement like that within the first 30 minutes of knowing me. Maybe this is a line because he thinks every chick is just DYING to get married and knocked up. But I am not every chick. I'm surprised I didn't run screaming out of the restaurant, fiercely clutching my independence. Lucky for him it was raining and who wants to go out in that?

Our dinner was AMAZING. He did most of the picking of the food for the table since he had been there before and WOW. Much like a man, one way to my heart is through my stomach. Be that feeding me amazing food or complimenting how it looks thanks to all the hard work I put in at the gym. He did both.

All in all? The night was nice. Not "eh" not "oh my god I can't wait to see him again!" just nice. And that's not a bad thing! Maybe nice is what I need. I guess we'll soon find out. I'm seeing him again next weekend.

When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife,
LL