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