While It’s Fresh On My Mind: in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Name: Patrick

Age: 37

Occupation: Director of ???? for quickly growing business ( I don’t want to give too much away about the nature of the business). Basically, he’s an internal consultant. The owners of the company are very old-school, and he was put into place to help facilitate more current processes and do “big picture” stuff. Kinda cool, and pretty high-level. I was impressed.

We met: For beers/snacks at one of my favorite little pubs. Unfortunately, the service kinda sucked last night and the air conditioner was cranked so low that I was freezing to death. Hm.. Could it have been my backless halter I was wearing? Gee, I don’t know! But by the end of the evening, I was goosebumpy and practically shivering. Patrick recognized this, and we ended up sitting outside on the patio in the beautiful warm breeze

We did: In a nutshell, drank and blabbed for four hours.

Convo: Shared travel, work, and family stories. Patrick is British and has lived/traveled literally all over the world. He shared some fun ex-pat stories, and I shared stories of my traveling trials and tribulations as well. He has one older brother, as do I. He was the “bad” kid, I was the “good” kid. He’s had several near-misses in the relationship department. Hello. In the end, he told jokes. I laughed.

Throughout the conversations though, I was distracted by my thoughts. I couldn’t stop wondering about his lovemaking abilities. He doesn’t look like he’d be a monster in the sack, but sometimes the things that he said and the intonations made me think otherwise. I kept having these internal debates in my head. I wondered about his oral skills. His techniques. What his favorite positions might be. Hell, it’s a miracle I got anything of our conversation. I’m just glad that I didn’t have those little cartoon bubbles above my head spilling all of my thoughts like on that goofy dating show, whatever it’s called!

Part of personality I liked: Determined. Charming. Witty. Quite funny. Filled with wanderlust and a sense of adventure.

Part of personality I disliked: Just the teensiest bit of stuffiness, but it might have been the nervousness. He was clearly nervous, and warned me ahead of time that he would be. That, in turn, made me just the teensiest bit nervous myself.

Part of appearance I liked: His height (6’3” or so). His build was okay. Nice blue eyes. Just the slightest hint of dimples on his cheeks.

Part of appearance I disliked: Kinda boring, balding hairline. He looks quite a bit older than his 37 years.

Highest Point: Going and sitting outside. And sensing him start to relax.

Lowest Point: The legless, handless, toothless beggar who came up to us and held out his stumpy fists while we were sitting on the patio. He rambled on and on for a couple of minutes. I have no idea what he was saying, but he made for a few uncomfortable moments. Although I do have to say that from a distance, I was fascinated by the man. I saw him in the parking lot as I was leaving. He was missing both of his legs. He had prosthetics that looked like two white sticks with tennis shoes attached at the bottom. He walked with such precision that I had no idea that he was missing either limb until I saw the two white sticks. I couldn’t even see his “legs” earlier as we were sitting behind a deck wall.

How it ended: A couple more jokes from Patrick and then a hug. And then another, tighter hug! Nice. Innocent. But did not ignite sparks at that point.

Chances I’ll see him again: Good. Very good. I think Patrick is someone that I need to warm up to and vice versa. I think it will take at least one more meeting for him to get over his nervousness. And to be perfectly honest, I’m terribly curious to see if any of my dirty little thoughts were dead on or completely off!