My friend had a going-away dinner on Friday night at a restaurant that was only footsteps away from Mike's bar. It seemed a waste to go straight home after dinner considering I was already wearing a hot dress and had given extra attention to my hair and makeup than usual. Okay, I admit that's a lame excuse. I just have zero self control and couldn't resist stopping by to see Mike.
"Hey, beautiful. How have you been doin', darlin'?"
*Flash him the biggest, cutest smile I possibly can*
"I've been great, Mike."
"I yelled at you the other day."
"You yelled at me?"
"I saw you walkin' by out there." *Gestured toward window* "I said, 'Nice dress!'"
"Oh, I didn't hear you. I would have stopped and said hi."
"I figured ya didn't because you just kept walkin'."
"Well, what have you been up to?"
"Great, just workin' and savin' up money for my internship in Austria."
DON'T LEAVE ME!
"Austria?! How exciting!"
I'm very happy for him and I knew he was bound to leave soon since he recently finished his MBA, but I'll still miss him when he leaves. I suppose it's best for both of us though. It's obviously an important career move for him, and it also means that I'll finally be able to move on to other guys.
Anyway, we talked for a while the other night, and Mike paid me the special attention that I apparently crave, which included lingering around me and conversing whenever he wasn't taking drink orders, looking at me with cheek-to-cheek grins and adoring eyes (or just lustful eyes – can't really tell), and offering me discounted drinks. I also had fun with the following conversation:
Mike: "So my phone finally bit the dust the other day. I need you to text me your number."
Me:"Oh really? Hmm... don't have my number..."
*Mike grins*
Me: "That means no more 'titty' comments..."
Mike: "No, that's true..."
Me: "I might like this. What other advantages are there?"
Mike: "Well, you don't have to give it to me if you don't want to. [pause] I think you want me to have it though."
He had to walk off to take a drink order at that point, which is when something happened that I feared was about to become extremely awkward. While Mike was off making drinks, I felt two hands grab my waist. I turned to look behind me and saw Kyle – a man I briefly dated over a year ago. Shit. Where is this conversation going to go and is Mike going to overhear it? This was the first guy who rejected me for refusing to have sex with him immediately, and that's a story I will definitely tell later. He was a little drunk on Friday, but he expressed great joy in seeing me. He hugged me several times during conversation and talked to me for quite a while. I kept glancing over to see if Mike was paying attention and, luckily, the bar was getting crowded so he was distracted. Kyle proceeded to say many nice things to me.
"I think of you every time I drive by the cemetery and I want to text you." (I realize how creepy that sounds, but he's referring to our first date – which was at the cemetery. Actually, that probably sounds creepy too. I apparently have strange ideas for dates.)
"Thanks, Kyle. That's nice."
"I miss shooting [photographs] with you."
"Thanks, Kyle. That's nice."
"We should have a Canon vs. Nikon side-to-side comparison day."
"Maybe."
I have absolutely zero interest in this man at this point, but I admit that there is something very satisfying about the fact that he originally rejected me for an entirely selfish reason and is now expressing interest again while I'm completely over him. And this isn't the first time he has suggested spending time together again; I've received a number of texts over the past year. Ha. Ha. Ha. I win.
Kyle eventually asked me what I was drinking, to which I sincerely responded, "I don't know, whatever Mike made me."
"Hey, Mike! What is she drinking?"
Oh, God, they're speaking to each other.
"Jailbait."
Mike to me: "Watch out, he steals girls' drinks."
He doesn't seem aware that I know this guy. Thank God, they haven't compared notes.
"That was one time!"
"It happened like four times! I'm trying to get her drunk, not you, stop it!"
Mike wandered off again as the bar was becoming more crowded, and Kyle soon said goodbye and left. Wow. Dodged a bullet. Being present while two guys discovered they had both dated me could very well have been the most awkward moment of my life.
There were too many people in the bar at this point for Mike and I to chat at all, so I left as soon as I finished my drink.
"It was good to see you, Mike."
"Good to see you too. And text me."
Of course I did in fact text him after I arrived home. I pretended to be God at first; I'm not sure if he found that amusing or not...
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Second bit of news: A guy that I had one date with in January texted me last week to inform me that he was coming to town this weekend and wanted to see me while he was here. Seriously? We had one date, you didn't ask me on another one (which I was actually relieved about since he failed to pique my interest), and now you suddenly want to see me again five months later?
I want to talk about that date in January but that's a post for another day. I'll have to first tell the entire story about Mike in order for my commentary on that date to make any sense.
I didn't want to commit to anything so I told him that I didn't know my schedule for the weekend and to text me when the time came. He did – immediately after my visit with Mike in fact.
"What are you up to tonight? I'm about to listen to my cousin play live at Rick's Restaurant." (We'll call it Rick's.)
I truthfully responded, "I actually just got home and am going to bed. Thanks for the invitation though!"
"I'll be out on the lake tomorrow afternoon and evening but I'd really like to see you at some point."
"Maybe Sunday then?"
"I'll be with my dad for Father's Day. Maybe if it's later on that night..."
I didn't respond. I don't know why this guy wants to see me anyway and now I'm supposed to accommodate his busy schedule? No thanks. It's possible I could hear from him again tonight, but I already made plans. Considering he originally tried to schedule something with me and I wouldn't let him, I suppose I'm not being very nice right now. But I'm really not that interested in seeing him.
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THIRD bit of news: I bumped into Mr. Hottie at the coffee shop again this morning. Let's call him Luke. I met him a few months ago in the same place, and we had a really fun and lengthy conversation with many laughs from both of us. He's a dietitian, has a master's degree, and works for the university. I was disappointed when he didn't ask me for my number, so – in true stalker style – I took advantage of the staff directory page to find his full name and the location of his office. However, I have been unsuccessful in coming up with a non-creepy excuse for hanging around that hallway, so I've never made it over there. Surely you can imagine my delight this morning then when I saw him at the coffee shop! We talked some more but alas, no request for my number. I've never had success asking men out, but I'm going to try it the next time I see this guy. The worst that could happen is that I'll get shot down and then feel slightly awkward three months later when I finally see him again. That's a pretty small risk, and I think I'm going to take it.
That's all for now. Also, I've written a good chunk of my policeman story. I'll soon either post what I have or finish it and post the whole thing at once.
"Hey, beautiful. How have you been doin', darlin'?"
*Flash him the biggest, cutest smile I possibly can*
"I've been great, Mike."
"I yelled at you the other day."
"You yelled at me?"
"I saw you walkin' by out there." *Gestured toward window* "I said, 'Nice dress!'"
"Oh, I didn't hear you. I would have stopped and said hi."
"I figured ya didn't because you just kept walkin'."
"Well, what have you been up to?"
"Great, just workin' and savin' up money for my internship in Austria."
DON'T LEAVE ME!
"Austria?! How exciting!"
I'm very happy for him and I knew he was bound to leave soon since he recently finished his MBA, but I'll still miss him when he leaves. I suppose it's best for both of us though. It's obviously an important career move for him, and it also means that I'll finally be able to move on to other guys.
Anyway, we talked for a while the other night, and Mike paid me the special attention that I apparently crave, which included lingering around me and conversing whenever he wasn't taking drink orders, looking at me with cheek-to-cheek grins and adoring eyes (or just lustful eyes – can't really tell), and offering me discounted drinks. I also had fun with the following conversation:
Mike: "So my phone finally bit the dust the other day. I need you to text me your number."
Me:"Oh really? Hmm... don't have my number..."
*Mike grins*
Me: "That means no more 'titty' comments..."
Mike: "No, that's true..."
Me: "I might like this. What other advantages are there?"
Mike: "Well, you don't have to give it to me if you don't want to. [pause] I think you want me to have it though."
He had to walk off to take a drink order at that point, which is when something happened that I feared was about to become extremely awkward. While Mike was off making drinks, I felt two hands grab my waist. I turned to look behind me and saw Kyle – a man I briefly dated over a year ago. Shit. Where is this conversation going to go and is Mike going to overhear it? This was the first guy who rejected me for refusing to have sex with him immediately, and that's a story I will definitely tell later. He was a little drunk on Friday, but he expressed great joy in seeing me. He hugged me several times during conversation and talked to me for quite a while. I kept glancing over to see if Mike was paying attention and, luckily, the bar was getting crowded so he was distracted. Kyle proceeded to say many nice things to me.
"I think of you every time I drive by the cemetery and I want to text you." (I realize how creepy that sounds, but he's referring to our first date – which was at the cemetery. Actually, that probably sounds creepy too. I apparently have strange ideas for dates.)
"Thanks, Kyle. That's nice."
"I miss shooting [photographs] with you."
"Thanks, Kyle. That's nice."
"We should have a Canon vs. Nikon side-to-side comparison day."
"Maybe."
I have absolutely zero interest in this man at this point, but I admit that there is something very satisfying about the fact that he originally rejected me for an entirely selfish reason and is now expressing interest again while I'm completely over him. And this isn't the first time he has suggested spending time together again; I've received a number of texts over the past year. Ha. Ha. Ha. I win.
Kyle eventually asked me what I was drinking, to which I sincerely responded, "I don't know, whatever Mike made me."
"Hey, Mike! What is she drinking?"
Oh, God, they're speaking to each other.
"Jailbait."
Mike to me: "Watch out, he steals girls' drinks."
He doesn't seem aware that I know this guy. Thank God, they haven't compared notes.
"That was one time!"
"It happened like four times! I'm trying to get her drunk, not you, stop it!"
Mike wandered off again as the bar was becoming more crowded, and Kyle soon said goodbye and left. Wow. Dodged a bullet. Being present while two guys discovered they had both dated me could very well have been the most awkward moment of my life.
There were too many people in the bar at this point for Mike and I to chat at all, so I left as soon as I finished my drink.
"It was good to see you, Mike."
"Good to see you too. And text me."
Of course I did in fact text him after I arrived home. I pretended to be God at first; I'm not sure if he found that amusing or not...
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Second bit of news: A guy that I had one date with in January texted me last week to inform me that he was coming to town this weekend and wanted to see me while he was here. Seriously? We had one date, you didn't ask me on another one (which I was actually relieved about since he failed to pique my interest), and now you suddenly want to see me again five months later?
I want to talk about that date in January but that's a post for another day. I'll have to first tell the entire story about Mike in order for my commentary on that date to make any sense.
I didn't want to commit to anything so I told him that I didn't know my schedule for the weekend and to text me when the time came. He did – immediately after my visit with Mike in fact.
"What are you up to tonight? I'm about to listen to my cousin play live at Rick's Restaurant." (We'll call it Rick's.)
I truthfully responded, "I actually just got home and am going to bed. Thanks for the invitation though!"
"I'll be out on the lake tomorrow afternoon and evening but I'd really like to see you at some point."
"Maybe Sunday then?"
"I'll be with my dad for Father's Day. Maybe if it's later on that night..."
I didn't respond. I don't know why this guy wants to see me anyway and now I'm supposed to accommodate his busy schedule? No thanks. It's possible I could hear from him again tonight, but I already made plans. Considering he originally tried to schedule something with me and I wouldn't let him, I suppose I'm not being very nice right now. But I'm really not that interested in seeing him.
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THIRD bit of news: I bumped into Mr. Hottie at the coffee shop again this morning. Let's call him Luke. I met him a few months ago in the same place, and we had a really fun and lengthy conversation with many laughs from both of us. He's a dietitian, has a master's degree, and works for the university. I was disappointed when he didn't ask me for my number, so – in true stalker style – I took advantage of the staff directory page to find his full name and the location of his office. However, I have been unsuccessful in coming up with a non-creepy excuse for hanging around that hallway, so I've never made it over there. Surely you can imagine my delight this morning then when I saw him at the coffee shop! We talked some more but alas, no request for my number. I've never had success asking men out, but I'm going to try it the next time I see this guy. The worst that could happen is that I'll get shot down and then feel slightly awkward three months later when I finally see him again. That's a pretty small risk, and I think I'm going to take it.
That's all for now. Also, I've written a good chunk of my policeman story. I'll soon either post what I have or finish it and post the whole thing at once.