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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Monday, February 15, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Longest. First date. Ever.
Date 3 in the trifecta of a busy week was with San Diego. Given his name he obviously had to drive up from San Diego to see me. So when he suggested we get together at 6 I happily obliged. I figured we'd be done by 9 and he'd drive back to San Diego. Little did I know....
We met up at a bar on Ocean Ave. in Santa Monica. He was very handsome, nicely built, as tall as he had said in his profile, and didn't even give me a hard time for being embarrassingly late. (I know. Rude.) Conversation flowed as freely as the wine and it was light and delicious, much like the Sauvignon Blanc he had so kindly called me to ask if I would like him to order prior to my arrival.
After an hour or so he suggested we go someplace for dinner. We wandered down 3rd Street Promenade til we found an Italian place that served gnocchi, my favorite! As we were sitting down to dinner he mentioned he had some friends he'd like us to meet up with later. Their dinner reservation wasn't til 8. Which would mean we would be meeting them around 10 or so. It was now 7:30 and we were running out of the usual first date topics to talk about. Pass the wine....
If I talked about every detail of this date we'd be here all day. Dinner was fine, and having had 2 glasses of wine, I kissed him. He was a good kisser and smelled delicious. We met his friends at another bar around 11pm and dropped them off at home around midnight. By this time I had yawned numerous times throughout the evening and was relieved that it was finally time to go home.
He had other things in mind. He wanted to keep hanging out and talk. Ugh. But I always enjoy a good drive on the PCH and we were right there, so why not? We pulled over to look at the ocean, one thing led to another, and next thing you know we're necking like 2 teenagers on prom night.
We had been kissing for a few minutes when suddenly a bright light was shined into the car. Yes, the cops! WE JUST GOT BUSTED FOR PARKING! I could NOT stop laughing as the officer told us to move along. What am I, 16?! Fortunately we were both fully clothed, unlike the very unattractive fat man we saw get out of the backseat of the mini van in front of us. Ick. Nast.
By this time it was 1am and I finally asked for mercy. I could think of nothing but my comfy warm bed and though I was having a good enough time, sleep sounded even better. That should've been my first indication of whether I should see this guy again or not.
He said he wanted to come see me next weekend and I was too tired to argue, plus mildly interested. So I said yes. He's going to Vegas with his boys and then driving to see me. I think this makes absolutely no sense, but I'm a woman with a sense of direction, so what do I know?
I like him enough but do I LIKE him like him? Or am I just too in lust with Crikey to give this guy a fair shot? I suppose only time will tell but my gut is telling me this is probably not the best match for me.
Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling,
LL
P.S. - Another sign I probably shouldn't see this guy again? I texted Crikey during one of my bathroom breaks. Yes, I'll see you in hell.
We met up at a bar on Ocean Ave. in Santa Monica. He was very handsome, nicely built, as tall as he had said in his profile, and didn't even give me a hard time for being embarrassingly late. (I know. Rude.) Conversation flowed as freely as the wine and it was light and delicious, much like the Sauvignon Blanc he had so kindly called me to ask if I would like him to order prior to my arrival.
After an hour or so he suggested we go someplace for dinner. We wandered down 3rd Street Promenade til we found an Italian place that served gnocchi, my favorite! As we were sitting down to dinner he mentioned he had some friends he'd like us to meet up with later. Their dinner reservation wasn't til 8. Which would mean we would be meeting them around 10 or so. It was now 7:30 and we were running out of the usual first date topics to talk about. Pass the wine....
If I talked about every detail of this date we'd be here all day. Dinner was fine, and having had 2 glasses of wine, I kissed him. He was a good kisser and smelled delicious. We met his friends at another bar around 11pm and dropped them off at home around midnight. By this time I had yawned numerous times throughout the evening and was relieved that it was finally time to go home.
He had other things in mind. He wanted to keep hanging out and talk. Ugh. But I always enjoy a good drive on the PCH and we were right there, so why not? We pulled over to look at the ocean, one thing led to another, and next thing you know we're necking like 2 teenagers on prom night.
We had been kissing for a few minutes when suddenly a bright light was shined into the car. Yes, the cops! WE JUST GOT BUSTED FOR PARKING! I could NOT stop laughing as the officer told us to move along. What am I, 16?! Fortunately we were both fully clothed, unlike the very unattractive fat man we saw get out of the backseat of the mini van in front of us. Ick. Nast.
By this time it was 1am and I finally asked for mercy. I could think of nothing but my comfy warm bed and though I was having a good enough time, sleep sounded even better. That should've been my first indication of whether I should see this guy again or not.
He said he wanted to come see me next weekend and I was too tired to argue, plus mildly interested. So I said yes. He's going to Vegas with his boys and then driving to see me. I think this makes absolutely no sense, but I'm a woman with a sense of direction, so what do I know?
I like him enough but do I LIKE him like him? Or am I just too in lust with Crikey to give this guy a fair shot? I suppose only time will tell but my gut is telling me this is probably not the best match for me.
Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling,
LL
P.S. - Another sign I probably shouldn't see this guy again? I texted Crikey during one of my bathroom breaks. Yes, I'll see you in hell.
Monday, January 25, 2010
We meet at last.
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
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
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Oh, karma.
Crikey canceled.
BOOOOOOO CRIKEY!!!
To be fair, I canceled on a guy I call Crossfit (and have not yet talked about) on Saturday because we had a work out date. I just felt too insecure and ugly to meet the guy for the first time with my hair up, sweating like a pig. So karma is teaching me a little lesson.
No reason, just a brief message saying, "I think we were supposed to hang out tonight, right? Right? Well, I'm going to have to put it on ice because I have a thing at 8. I'll call you after?"
Lame.
P.S. - The accent is still hot.
BOOOOOOO CRIKEY!!!
To be fair, I canceled on a guy I call Crossfit (and have not yet talked about) on Saturday because we had a work out date. I just felt too insecure and ugly to meet the guy for the first time with my hair up, sweating like a pig. So karma is teaching me a little lesson.
No reason, just a brief message saying, "I think we were supposed to hang out tonight, right? Right? Well, I'm going to have to put it on ice because I have a thing at 8. I'll call you after?"
Lame.
P.S. - The accent is still hot.
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