Wow. What a weekend. It nearly wiped me out!
Started Saturday with a St. Patrick’s Day 5K. As I wrote earlier, it was the first 5K race I’ve run in 30 years! I went into this with the idea that it’s a fun day and a fun run…everybody’s in the party spirit, so I didn’t need to stress really hard over it. But at the same time, it was a race so I wanted to make sure that I did my best (all while wearing green sunglasses and a tutu).
And thanks to everyone’s running advice, I did pretty well for not having run a race in forever! Ran a comfortable pace the whole time and was in the top 30% of my age class, which…heh…isn’t saying a lot - but I felt really good afterwards.
I then went back and met up with my new gym friends and we had a snack/brunch and started drinking. Gym Girlfriend [GG] and I drank a bottle of champers each and after a couple of hours the parade started and so we watched the parade in this crowd of weed smokers and shot partakers. In the end, GG and I did a shot with total strangers, much to GG’s husband’s horror! Hah. He’s like, “you don’t know what they put in that stuff!!”
And we just laughed and laughed.
But by the end of the parade, GG and I were pretty wiped out, so GG’s husband took us on a loooooong march through the drunk-ass crowd to his car so that he could drive us home. GG and her husband were on their way home to shower and get ready for a party, and I wanted to run some errands, get the car washed, get my nails done, etc. in prep for the trip I’m taking this week.
So. It was home - and I was starving, so I decided to go eat at a place close to the car wash and about halfway through lunch I realized that I didn’t have time to get my car washed before heading to my nail appointment…and the thing is, I have to have nice nails for the trade show this week - I don’t necessarily have to have a shiny car!
I raced to the nail place and instead of drinking another champagne (the nail place has a full bar!), I ordered a coffee and texted a bit with Dr. D. Ended up agreeing to dinner at his place that evening (Saturday) - with Martini, of course!
Went to pick up Martini at her daycare (I didn’t want her staying at home alone all day on Saturday), then home to change and text a bit with Chef K. We confirmed our brunch date for next day and then I was off to Dr. D’s place.
Now. For whatever reason, I’ve been thinking of Dr. D as simply a friend to hang out with. I suppose it’s because our dates are few and far between and he just doesn’t seem like he wants to date me.
But we’ve started to really get to know each other - as in, long talks on the phone. Long texting sessions…lots of talking, talking. He feels very much like a friend. I feel comfortable telling him things that people in the beginning stages of dating don’t necessarily tell each other - like, I told him about the time I roofied myself with ambien and champagne on a flight from [my city] to London. Long story, but he got such a kick out of it…I figured he might, being an anesthesiologist and all.
ANYWAY. I drove up to Dr. D’s with dog in tow, dressed casually for a hang-out and dinner sesh. I just figured he wanted a dinner companion and he felt like cooking - which was the case for sure…but what I didn’t know is that Dr. D is an AMAZING cook! He went allllll out, with amazing sauteed squid, baked sea bass, broccolini, arugula salad, and of course, wonderful wine, which I only had a sip of because I didn’t want to drive with (any more) alcohol in my system.
And after the most delicious dinner, he put the MAJOR moves on me. And I don’t know why it took me by such surprise, but it was GOOD. Like, really hot. And I was very surprised by that.
Let’s just say the good doctor knows his way around the female body.
It was all I could do to get him to stop. I was NOT prepared in any way, shape or form. And see, all of this after I’d shared with him that I can’t have sex without putting my heart into it. I warned him about the fact that I fall in love when I have the sex.
And not only was I not mentally prepared, but I was not physically prepared either. As in, not properly groomed, not properly…prepped, you know? Not for a first time.
And he knew that, but he was pushing those boundaries. And I liked it because it let me know that he’s really interested (I wasn’t sure), and it also he let me know that he likes some of the things that I like - if you know what I mean!
But I really needed to go home! I had early workout and the hot date with Chef K the next morning! I’m glad I cut it short, but ohhhhhh was I aching by the time I got home.
I was so turned on that I actually did something that I think is super forward as it pertains to dating…I sent him a pic of my panties. NOT a vag shot, mind you…but just to show him that I was wearing sexy, lacy things because I’d refused to let him feel down there under my jeans. It was a hit!
And then I was asleep.
Next morning I went to the gym and worked out and then got ready for Brunch Date #2 with Chef K. Now look, in the last week I’ve been banking on Chef K being the one to stay standing through this thing. This guy is SUUUCCCHHH a catch, very well known in town, funny and animated, and the sweetest teddy bear you ever did see. I was very much looking forward to Date #2 and moving things along with him.
Brunch was nice. We both wore green. Cool place, young vibe. In fact, [Athena], we test drove our next Brunch Club location! I just thought it would be fun. And don’t get me wrong, it WAS fun…but it became hard, because it was starting to feel like a job interview and I started to feel stressed. I started to feel like I had to say the right things (I wasn’t worried about that on the first date), and he wanted to talk about MY work…maybe it was to take the attention away from HIS work? I don’t know, but I think I played it off okay???
Food was great - drinks were good (I had two special cucumber mimosas, he had cappuccino - I have yet to see him drink alcohol, but I know that’s because he’s driving).
I was able to change the subject back to him: golf, race cars, etc. and we ended our brunch and conversation on a nice, relaxed note.
I tried to pay and he refused, and he also offered me a ride home, which I accepted because I wanted to see if he’d make any kinds of moves on me. Plus, nice to have a ride home!
We talked about race cars (another hobby of his) for a while. I told him about my trip with [Elaine Benes] and driving the hell out of her Porsche in the curvy mountainside passes. He was impressed. He was also impressed with my living quarters as my apartment is in a historic building and it’s really cool. We sat at the front awning for a bit. And he had a gift for me! One of his restaurant concepts is a BBQ place and they just started bottling and selling his BBQ sauce, so he had a bottle of sauce for me…which is soooooo cute because it has his name all over it and it kind of melted my heart.
So I made all of these big, big gestures about how much I loved it, and purposely swung my arms around to give him a huge hug and shoved my face into his space where he’d have nothing left to do but KISS ME.
And do you know how he kissed me?????
With totally puckered lips! Like this!
Honestly, what do you make of that? I tried to get him to loosen up by sort of going in for another one, and he did a little bit..but not much. It never ended with a sexy, hot, steamy smacker at all! I was a little bummed by that.
Then he got out and opened my car door (suuuuch a gentleman) and I thanked him again for the lovely date and he told me to have a great time during my trip and yada yada….and that was it!
I mean, we’ve texted a few times. But as far as either of those guys go, I have zero idea what’s happening or even if I’ll see either one of them again!
So look. I had to GOOGLE what it means when a guy kisses with puckered lips like that. I’ve never experienced anything like it. And the only thing I’ve found is that there’s a possibility that the guy has intimacy issues.
Could this be??? I suppose, right? I mean, a super eligible bachelor who’s never been married? I mean, I should talk, but….I like to kiss in a way that doesn’t feel like I’m kissing family or a child! I love sexy kisses! They are some of my favorite things!
Needs more analysis, I guess? Or maybe more tries???
Anyway, the rest of the weekend went like this: a couple-hour nap, a couple-hour dog walk a snack for dinner and then to bed!
How’s that for a weekend, eh?
I have tons of work stuff to write, but I need to get going because I’m out of the office for the majority of the week and I gotta get a move on! I’m not done with some work stuff and I haven’t even started packing!
More to follow ASAP!
xox,
GS
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