Catching Up, Sparkly-Style in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Well hello there! What an amazing few days. Where to even begin?

Let’s start with Thursday. No, wait! Let’s start with Wednesday! NOOOO! Tuesday. It’s hard to catch up around here.

Okay, last Tuesday, I finally had a follw-up date with the guy in this entry (L.), a month after our first meeting and no less than two cancellations/reschedules on his part. Seriously, when he called late on Tuesday afternoon, I thought he was calling to reschedule. He was actually calling to confirm.

I was 10 minutes early to the venue since I was already out and about. He’d suggested a Tuesday night Hot Spot (which I didn’t realize was a scene-y place until I got there), and I scored us a really great table on the patio and figured he would be on time, so I wouldn’t have to wait long for him. But I should have known better since he is always sooooo busy.

He called at 7:15 (our date was supposed to be at 7) to tell me he was about 20 minutes away. No real biggie, as I had time to people watch and check facebook from my phone and generally goof off.

He finally showed, and was nice and apologetic, and he looked GREAT, and I really wasn’t annoyed at all. In fact, I was really happy to see him.

He ordered some kind of margarita (Mexican restaurant) and I had bubbly (not very Mexican, I know…but I do love my bubbles)! Dinner was fine, but conversation was hilarious because I told him my stripper story and he was very amused. We talked about his kid and facebook and looked at pictures on my phone. In fact, we became facebook friends at the table, something I don’t normally do after juuust meeting someone, but we were having fun with it. All in all, dinner was great.

We did that thing again: he bought dinner—I offered to pay my part, but he told me that I could get our nightcap instead. This time I was fine with it because I was really enjoying our date and wanted it to continue.

So we went to the cool little bar next door. This place is very quaint and is much like a small house, with dark little rooms to hide in. We both ordered a special drink made with local vodka, and he led me into this tiny, shadowy room with a small love seat. We sat. And told each other more stories. And then he tried to make out with me. And that could have been…well…the scenario could have been much better than it was.

I didn’t like the way he kissed! I mean, it wasn’t terrible, but it just didn’t do it for me. It was not my style. I don’t like pointy, probing tongues…especially in a bar! Um, no thank you.

So he got kind of annoyed with the fact that I had the NERVE to pull away from HIM, Mister Lah-De-Dah Important Guy in kind of a do-you-know-who-I-am kind of way. Super unattractive. I lost all of the goo-goo in my eyes at that moment.

And then it dawned on me, what a self-important jack-ass-ish guy he was. I mean, always postponing dates because he’s just soooooooooo swamped with work and travel and his baby and soccer and his ex and his friends and events and on and on and on. I mean, come on, dude. Really?

Yawn.

So home and to bed.

The next morning, I got online and what did I see? Dozens of facebook posts from him just fooling around online. Granted, I was fooling around online myself, but what happened to the guy who is just soooooooo busy that he can’t have a 2nd date until a month later? And even then, he can’t be on time because he was just way overextended?

Next!

So Wednesday night, I had a 2nd date with Poolside Jim, only this time we were going out for dinner and drinks, and I was anxious to see what he looked like as a normally-dressed person.

First off, I was very pleasantly surprised to see him pull up to a parking spot at the same (very prompt!) time as me. Okay, this guy has run several companies, and is a multi-millionaire and has two kids and travels all over and is busy, busy, busy! And that went a long, long way in my book, considering ol’ Loose-Lipped Latey L., above.

And he looked fantastic!! He was wearing a very cool dark blue batik print shirt (not crazy, a nice subtle print), jeans, and these great snakeskin boots (again, not obnoxious…just very interesting). He was very quick to point out how great he thought I looked, and I did the same with him.

Went to the restaurant, and though he is fairly soft-spoken, we were never at a loss for words. I really like his style—very down to earth for such a successful businessman. He’s not intimidating at all and made me super comfortable in our conversation. We talked about doing things together in the future, and I think I really like this guy!

We ended the date with a kiss. A very, very nice kiss…one that left me wanting to know more.

Some possible complications: He has two boys, both 10 years old (they were adopted, I believe at the same time). One has Asperger’s syndrome, and it sounds like there are some pretty big issues between the kids and the ex-wife.

In fact, he’d scheduled a date with me for Saturday night and had to cancel on Friday because he had to fly to DC unexpectedly (where his ex and kids live) for the weekend.

So, while I’m really into this guy so far, I’m going to have to be cautious about him because of the possible baggage issues. I guess I’ll wait and see.

Yellow light.

On to THURSDAY night! Black Tie charity event with K. at a beautiful venue I’d never had the opportunity to visit before, but had heard so much about for years. I was very excited about this event…so thrilled that I actually took my unemployed self to a consignment store and spent $ on a beautiful black, fully-beaded, low cut, high slit, sexy cocktail dress that was sure to impress! I was pleased with my find, even if it wasn’t the latest couture, it was definitely IN style. Plus, I got a good deal on it, and I will certainly wear it again, considering the reactions I got out of it at this little shin-dig (thank you, chicken cutlets!!).

K. looked phenomenal. He is such a handsome man, and though he seems to be modest about his looks, he HAS to know that he is a hottie. Um, in fact, I’m sure about that.

We walked in and did the typical hellos and K. introduced me to the people running the event, and we had our picture taken, and it was lovely.

Dinner was insanely delicious, and we sat at table with a guy who was on his way to NY fashion week the next day to do some work with Carolina Herrera. I was interested in networking with him, but he seemed to be much more interested in chatting up MY date than anything else. Seriously!

I won’t go into all the details, but let’s just say that by the end of the night, Mr. Herrera was WASTED and trying to convince me that K. really IS gay and grabbed his ass multiple times in an attempt to prove it.

K. took it in stride, and simply moved out of the line of fire, and we enjoyed watching the drunk, rich folk spend thousands upon thousands at the auction benefiting the performing arts. What strange fun! We had more fun watching certain ladies stumble around in their gowns and then our attention was focused again on Mr.Herrera, waving his hands around, demanding more champagne. Surreal.

Taxi back home to K.’s where we had our own special, sparkly “event”.

And that takes us to Friday. I haven’t even gotten to the weekend yet?

To be continued…