So, the weekend has come and gone ALREADY. Seems like yesterday when I was so excited for it to be Friday. Alas, it’s Monday again.
If you recall, I was going to go to bed early on Friday. Like, as soon as I got home from work. But Maria sent a text before the end of the workday asking me if I was around Friday night and if she could run a dilemma past me. She said she’d drive downtown from another suburb (she was going to a going away party for a friend) and meet me wherever I wanted.
So I was like, sure…if she’s going to make it THAT easy for me, I’ll go and have a drink and see if I could help her.
Ended up at a restaurant close by, talking for hours. It was a nice chat, and really, she just wanted my advice on this kind of jerky guy - wanting to know if she should get back on the dating apps because clearly she wasn’t totally digging his vibe.
I told her yes, get back on that horse! Life’s too short and she looks too good (at 60, no less!) to be holding out for some drip. She really does look incredible - and has so much going on, and is tons of fun. Sure, she may be a little dramatic (she was a Drama Queen in Italy, but that’s okay…), but not more so than many folks I know. Regardless, we had a fun chat and I had my bubbles and Friday night was good times.
Woke early Saturday morning and made a fun little birthday party for my dog, complete with doggy cake and balloons. Mainly so I could have some good photos on IG. She really didn’t love the cake, which was surprising since she’d sampled a tiny crumb that fell off a day earlier and loved it, and she HATED the hat (didn’t even get a photo of her with it on). And to top off the party, I needed to take her to the vet to get her vaccines updated - so she was really mad at me!
But in the end, it made for a very nice walk, and I took her to breakfast at this awesome coffee house where she proceeded to eat half of my veggie omelet.
Saturday night was Date #2 with Jingle Writer. I hate to say this, but I wasn’t very excited about it. I just wasn’t feeling it, but I still got gussied and glossed up because I was looking forward to the dinner venue. It was at a place that’s always, always packed full of cool folks and good vibes and I hadn’t been there in years.
JW showed up at my place and got out of his car (chivalrous!) and said hello with another kiss directly on the lips, which bugged me. I felt like it was presumptuous to kiss hello on the lips as he’s NOT my boyfriend or even someone I’ve dated a while. This was our second meeting.
Now. There are a few people I greet with a kiss on the lips, but that’s only because I’ve known them and loved them for YEARS and I just like them that damn much. If you don’t really know me, please don’t kiss me on the lips until you do. Or at least until we’ve had a good make-out sesh and you know I’m open to it, you know?
Or perhaps I was just looking for an out.
Dinner was phenomenal - his entree suggestions were dead on, and I had a couple of glasses of bubbly, and for dessert he recommended these incredible flaming cinnamon coffee drinks, which were perfect: the right amount of drama added to the right amount of intensity. It was an exceptional dinner, but I talked a lot about overcoming obstacles (which is cool, I guess, but I think it was too much). I didn’t feel good about our conversation when we were done with dinner.
I can’t even really remember our conversation on the drive home, except he was pressing me to answer some trivial stuff, which also made me feel like he was quizzing me and that felt weird. I know he was just trying to feel me out some more (no pun intended, because lord knows he was NOT going to get a feel at the end of this date), but I had already decided before we’d gotten the first course at dinner - it was a no-go.
And then he was asking about my plans for Sunday and I told him that I had a brunch planned. What I didn’t tell him was that I had brunch plans with a stunningly handsome Spaniard who has a spectacular dick. What I also didn’t tell him was that I had an itch that only Bachelor Party Marty could scratch. And I also didn’t remark that I was getting all tingly just thinking about what was possibly going to happen after brunch. But perhaps he felt my excitement? He actually pressed me to find out with whom I was brunching?! I played it off by being vague, telling him I was just brunching with “friends”. I’m sure he appreciated that.
Still, Jingle Writer got to my place and wrapped his arms around me and again, planted a smacker right on my lips as he was saying goodnight. It was certainly weird in that most men who take me out on dinner dates don’t usually want to just drive me home right after dinner and say goodnight. Normally, they ask if I want a nightcap or they at least want to keep the conversation going. I suppose that my body language did all the talking for me. Honestly, I couldn’t get out of that car fast enough.
I promise you I wasn’t being mean. It’s just that I felt no sparks and when you feel no sparks, I think you can be nice and fairly gentle - which is what I was carefully trying to be - but when someone comes at your lips like that, you can also be somewhat firm in your physical reaction. Right? A little non-verbal goes a long way, right?
Anyway. Home. Walked the dog. Then sleep, glorious sleep.
Up early, early again on Sunday. Coffee. Dog walk. But I didn’t get enough sleep, so I snuggled back down in my bed only to wake up with a text from Bachelor Party Marty asking me if I wanted mimosas at his place after brunch?
Haha. Mimosa = code word for “nookie”
I wasn’t sure how to answer because (A) I’ve been avoiding him for months because I’m afraid of falling in love with him (because that’s simply what happens when I make love with a man), but (B) I desperately needed to have that itch scratched. I’d been thinking about Sunday for days and every time I did I got the tingles.
In the end, decision (B) won and I answered simply, “Sure!”
And then it was ON. I showered and shaved every inch of my body.
We met in his old hood for brunch. I can’t even say that there was really a lot of tension during brunch. What I CAN say is that BPM is super attentive. He’s an awesome listener and we talked for nearly two hours about stuff, stuff and more stuff…just catching up since the last time I saw him (and did him). I can’t believe I have been avoiding the guy since April.
He’s a sweet soul, a total hippie with his meditation and his music and his weed. What I used to take as possibly being dumb I’ve decided is just the fact that he is simply super chill. I don’t think that much of anything bothers him, and he was clearly interested in hearing everything that’s happened since we saw each other last. He remembered everything I’d blown him off about and asked me about my travels and such.
All through brunch I just kept staring at his features. He is so, so very handsome. He’s tall, dark and chiseled with a gorgeous smile. I guess I’d forgotten how stunning he is. The man is downright beautiful. And yet he’s as humble as you might expect a guy who’s over-the-top good looking. Dude knows he’s gorgeous, but he’s not a douche about it.
We finished brunch and he said he was going to pick up more champagne (good boy!) so that we could have mimosas at his place.
Once there, he handed me a drink and I looked around the place and he’s done a lot to his bachelor pad. I was impressed as the place was spotless. Yes, still a bachelor pad with a foosball table where a dining room table should be and concert posters everywhere, but his yard is pretty immaculate and he’s definitely no slob.
Music was playing and I asked about some songs and then asked him if he liked a certain band, and he said yes. Coincidentally (not really), I’d already gotten 2 tickets to their show in [my city] for the end of October with the idea that I’d maybe have a date for the event, so I asked him if he wanted to go with me, and he said yes…he already had a bunch of friends who were planning to go, but he’d definitely go with ME. And that made me feel kind of squishy that he wants to like, hang, kinda. I mean, at least he’s cool with going out with me on dates and such. I mean, what? Is this a dating thing or a fuck buddy situation?
We sat down in his makeshift sitting room, I guess, and that’s when he started makeshifting on me! The kissing, the fondling, the getting nakey (which, you know, makes me cringe a little, but the bubbles came to the rescue, as bubbles tend to do - thank you, bubbles!!), and before I knew it, we had makeshifted ourselves all the way to the bedroom!
Bada-bing bada-boom!
And while the magic was happening he whispered in my ear that it was definitely going to happen again.
swoon city
So we rested and chatted. He smoked just a little, I drank some water (I was parched!), and sure enough, did it allllll over again.
Whew. Itch scratched.
By then it was 5:45 and he had family coming over at 6 (!!!), so we said our sweet goodbyes and let our dogs hug and kiss it out (they are BFFs), and I split.
Damn. I was done. Mentally, physically, emotionally spent. In a really, really good and satisfying way.
Came home, walked the dog for a few, grabbed a bite (literally - got a Big Bite at 7-11! If you EVER tell anyone, I’ll deny it), wrote the previous entry and then crashed.
This morning I woke to several messages, something from Best Bud that I’ll have to write another entry about, and of course, a text from Jingle Writer thanking ME for a great evening - which made me feel embarrassed that I didn’t thank HIM for the approximately $38,462.79 meal he bought me the night before. Ugh. Feel awful that I missed the text because I was fucking some other guy. But not THAT awful.
I answered my messages this morning, including a nice reply to Jingle Writer, but I’m not surprised that I haven’t heard anything from him. I think he caught the drift when I didn’t answer yesterday.
So. How do I feel about Bachelor Party Marty? Well, I think that’s something that will be decided in the coming weeks. See, what happens when I get all sexed up from someone is I think about them - a LOT. Like, probably an unusual amount of mental energy. Didn’t help that he sent me an incredibly steamy, dirty text around noon today. Lord. That man.
But i’m hoping that I can remain realistic about this guy (unlike how I was with the Bulldog, remember?). This dude is like, 17 years younger than me. He dates 25-year-olds. I know this because I ASKED him.
He’s FUN to think about - I just don’t want to obsess about him. So, if I can maybe just keep putting him off until I have another itch to scratch? Might that work?
I guess we’ll see.
For now, I’m happy as a clam. Sure, I’m still searching for something real and true, but I’ll take fantasy for a day or two anyway.
All-in-all, FANTASTIC weekend.
xox,
GS
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