Out of nowhere

I'll close the book on SF by saying he never called yesterday.

After work yesterday, I met up with Hot Frat Boy at a French bar for drinks. It was Christmas Eve and the restaurant part was closed so we just had a few drinks in the bar. Darn. I was in the mood for yummy crepes. Anyway, because I didn't hear anything from him for days after our first date, I arrived for our date with a bit of wariness. He let out a big smile when he saw me and gave me a warm hug, which surprised me. Then, we got comfy in the corner. So, I'm not the most subtle person in the world when I'm peeved and it took less than 10 minutes before I asked him why he never responded to my "I got home safely" text. He claims he replied. Turns out, he wrote out a reply but it didn't send and instead got stored in his drafts! Whew.

We had a great time but drinks on an empty stomach means I'd be sloshed in no time so we got in his car, drove around looking for an open restaurant, found a Thai place that had the yummiest Pad Thai with tamarind sauce and we shared that with a few drinks, and right then and there I knew I had to kiss him and soon. He's the hot, smartass jock in school you always wanted to date...and we were on a date! I knew exactly where I was going to take him after dinner, too. A red-light basement bar with booths where you can make-out like teenagers AND NO ONE CARES. Great minds think alike because the moment we got back to his car, he cut me off mid-sentence with a kiss, which turned into a pretty hot and heavy make-out session. Then, we headed to the red-light bar, drank a bit more, made out obscenely almost the whole time. Afterwards,  he drove me to his place where he proceeded to [are you ready for this?] worship my body for hours and hours and hours. OMG.

He drove me to my car this morning. Along the way, he idled while I found a coffee stand (he didn't want any), then he idled while I got money out of the ATM (new tradition: gifting money) and I was really touched by how he seemed not to mind sitting in the car while I ran my little errands. In fact, when I walked back from the coffee stand, I had my coffee on one hand and I got him an iced water in the other and, without any kind of prompting from me, quickly got out and opened my door for me. Aww.

It might be a case of too much too soon, but I'm heading over to his place after work tonight. He doesn't know but I'm bringing over gratin fixings and plan on throwing that in the oven when I get there. We don't have much planned. Just a movie or two. Oh yeah, and some major body worshipping.

Special Forces

So, I can't go on and on about SF. Know why? Because after 50 emails, and him asking me what days I was available and me telling him Friday evening or Monday evening, after him picking jumping on Friday night and then offering to pick me up even though he lives an hour away but it's Christmas so he'd more than likely spend 3 hours if not longer on the road, of further emails and texts of trying to iron out our plans for Friday, after I went through the trouble of researching where to have dinner, and then where to go after dinner (and was quite proud of myself for what I found), and trying to figure out what I was going to wear and then hitting Marshalls and buying a pretty little cardigan to go over my too-springy green floral dress because it had cap sleeves and it's the dead of winter, after getting my nails done (the second time I've EVER had a manicure in my life) and my face waxed, he "postpones" our date at the last second via text with a slew of excuses and a half-hearted "I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry." It's now past 8p and no call. Figures.

But, I'm nothing if not resilient. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. I got proactive this morning and set up a date with Hot Fat Boy for tonight when I get off work. Turns out, my genius ability to read body language was faulty. He texted me a few days after our first date to ask how I was doing and then asked when we could meet again. Yay! After work tonight, we're meeting for crepes and drink. I loved his little smirk on our first date. I hope to see more of it tonight.

3 dates, 2 days-1 more on the way

I've been a very, very busy girl.  

I uploaded new (see? I'm not fat anymore) pics onto my OkC profile and my inbox have been bursting at the seams. Also, I've been more proactive about actually giving the smart (and hot) ones high ratings so they can decide if they want to write me or not. A few do, most don't.  

Saturday at 11a, I had a date with The Professor. Very nice guy but not my type. Short and shaves his head. Every time I test my ‘So what if he’s not tall and hot? He’s smart and funny’ mentality, I get completely and utterly shamed so I’m just going to go with what I like. I mean, I'm kind of shallow. I can deal with that. We got along really well, though, so we might get together again for dinner where I'll more than likely give him the "let's just be friends" line. I hate doing that. 

Using OkC's new app feature called "Local" where your location is tracked via your phone's GPS, you can ping or get pinged by people near you with the idea that two people who are in close proximity could be spontaneous and meet up for coffee or a walk or whatever (no, not for sex--well, at least, not for me). I pinged someone I had noticed before, but had no hopes the thing would work, so I continued getting ready and proceeded with my night. Well, guess what? At the party, he pinged me back and we exchanged a few texts and made plans to meet after the Christmas party. Of course, I was dressed to the nines. I mean, black lace dress with peekaboo bustier (The Girls were oozing all over the place) and sky-high stilettos. Music Student gave me the address to an art cafe/bar about 10 minutes away so we met up at midnight, he bought me a drink, and we proceeded to hang out till the bartender turned off all the lights. Very sweet, very gentle. Not sure how long it'll last till that bores me, but so far there are tentative plans for another date. 

Sunday evening after work, I met Hot Frat Boy at a dive bar. I gave him high marks for sarcasm, for smelling very nice, for being fit, for being cute. (<--See, how I put that last?) Oh, he also bought us 3 rounds of drinks which was sweet. Great conversation and I thought we really connected. But, something irked at me and I had a hard time placing it till it dawned on me that he might NOT be into me as much as I was into him. Once I latched onto this idea, I started looking for little tells and I think I found a few of them. Too bad, I really liked him. 

Tomorrow night, Friday, I have a tentative date with Special Forces (so named because he retired from the Special Forces). I know, his nickname isn't particularly clever but what can you do? He's too interesting to tack on this long-overdue post so he gets the next one all to himself. OMG, wait till you hear about him.