First thing’s first: I sent the email to the Bulldog (go back and read the entry titled “Dear Bulldog”). No reply, of course, but at least I feel like I said something…anything. I actually heard some recommendations to NOT send the email (I know, [Parliament]), but in the end, I just couldn’t resist being heard. End result: nail in coffin. That should keep me from going back and trying to wake the dead, right? Right?
It hurts and feels weird. I’ve been looking at his FB and IG and may have to start blocking to keep my obsession at bay. I have been crying. And even though I had a date last night, I woke this morning thinking of him. Still. I gotta let this shit go.
Now, moving on to other business. I present to you my latest RAD:
Name: Bil. (short for Billionaire!) Okay, I don’t really know if he’s a billionaire, but for sure a multi-millionaire. Still, I kinda like the name “Bil”
Age: 47
Status: Divorced…13 years ago. Self-proclaimed serial monogamist, and I know something that he doesn’t know that I know.
Job: I’m going to leave this mysterious. He’s too easy to Google.
Lives: In the ritzy part of town, though I don’t know exactly where.
Length of Date: Nearly 5 hours
He Looked: He’s handsome, in that businessman kind of way. He has gray hair and blue-blue eyes (icy blue – quite stunning). Tall enough, 6 ft.+ ish. Nice, fairly athletic build. He wore a sports jacket with a nice patterned shirt, pocket square (bonus points!), jeans and oxfords. Impressive dresser, but not surprising as I’d seen a lot of photos on FB already.
I Looked: Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. He’d asked me where I wanted to go and after a few back-and-forths, we decided on a place that’s somewhat close to my apartment (approx. 12 blocks) so that I could walk there. I wore a pretty knit tie-dye summery dress (weather was great), gold sandals, and gold accessories. OK to walk in and cute!
We Did: Met for cocktails/dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant and went for a nightcap afterwards. Interestingly, he brought not one, but two friends along for the ride! Huh? He brought two additional single guys on OUR date? At first, I thought maybe he’d just seen some guys he knew at the bar while he waited for me. Then, I realized that he’d invited these guys AND that they were having dinner with us!
Look. I actually liked it for two reasons: (1) it led to VERY interesting conversations, and (2) these guys are also very successful (and handsome….and single!) men. One guy knows everyone who’s anyone and does business with each and every one of them, and the other guy was an entrepreneur in his 20s, super hot, and had a British accent. It was fun! I got lots and lots..and LOTS of attention.
Dinner was lovely. I started with sparkling rose (of course), we ordered appetizers, salads, main courses, dessert, and more wine, please! The conversation flowed from topics such as business travel to leisure travel to dating (they were talking about a millionaire matchmaker-type scenario that’s in the works for an organization you probably know) to music to celebrities to events and pretty much everything in between. It was absolutely enjoyable and I nearly forgot about the Bulldog.
Nearly.
After dinner, we said goodbye to our friends, and Bil asked me if he could drive me home. I was fine with that, so the valet pulled up his car, I got in, we took off, and the seat started massaging me! Not just like up and down my spine, but the fucker actually HUGGED me around the sides! It kind of freaked me out, but it was kinda cool, especially because I was a little tipsy.
Bil asked me if I wanted to get a nightcap before he dropped me off. It was already 11:30. So way, way, waaaay past my bedtime, so of course, I said yes!
We went to the little hideaway in the basement of the boutique hotel near my apartment, talked some more, had a couple of cocktails and at that point I just had to call it a night. I was beyond exhausted, but also giddy that I was staying out late on a school night!
He took me home in his massage car. See below for details on how it ended!
First Impression: Bil asks questions – almost too many questions. I felt like I was on an interview to be his girlfriend. Bil is a bit of a name dropper, but I give him credit – he definitely puts his money where his mouth is. He hosts and arranges charity functions regularly, travels for charity, runs organizations, is busy, busy…I like all of that.
But the stuff about me. I barely got a chance to ask him about himself because his quesitons came pretty rapid fire and were mainly multiple-answer, multi-part questions, so when I wasn’t answering questions I was thinking about how to answer the next part of the question, see?
He thought I was intelligent, witty and sarcastic. Yay for me.
I thought he was a bit overwhelming, but I do understand where that comes from and why he is successful.
And I would have thought even MORE positively about him if I hadn’t done enough cyber-sleuthing to know that there is at least one woman he’s taken on a few of his business travels AND she claims she LOVES HIM. Publically. On Facebook. Of course, not on his own page, but she was able to squeak a post through and I’d seen it before he even asked me out.
See, there was something fishy going on right after he friended me on FB, I could tell because after we became friends on FB, he disappeared from Tinder. Like, he either blocked me or he’s off Tinder altogether. My thinking is that he’s OFF because…well, it appears he has a GIRLFRIEND.
She’s really pretty in a dumb blonde kind of way (sorry, but…), and she looks like she would be a SUPER gold-digger. Who knows?
I really don’t know what his situation is, and while I didn’t have a chance to discuss it at dinner in front of those other two guys, I don’t know why I didn’t ask him about it during our nightcap! I guess I just wanted to see how this would end if I were oblivious to the fact. I was very curious…
High Point: I am intrigued by him. There’s more to this story and I’m curious. There’s something about him that may be good but is probably bad. I feel like I want to see more…
Also, the other hight point was meeting and talking with his friends. I’m very glad they were there – otherwise ol’ Billionaire might have tried to cop a feel!
Low Point: Hearing what I think was a lie about Tinder.
He Stipulated: I love your little sexual innuendos.
I Stipulated: Um…okay.
How It Ended: In front of my building, he let me out of The Massager (his car seat) and walked me to the stairs of the building and decided to kiss me. Which, fine, ok. But this kiss was more like a making out, almost a lip fucking with his own lips. And then his hands got involved. He pretty much mouth-fondled me. I mean, it wasn’t horrible – it was…just way, way sexual. I can’t decide if I’m horribly disgusted or if I want to ravage his whole body. It’s bizarre. I was left completely baffled.
Chances Are: Well, he’s already called me a few times and told me that he wants to see me again. And I would like to see him for various reasons:
- Is he for real?
- Does he have a girlfriend or is she just an aggressive ho who claims she loves him?
- Will he take me somewhere cool?
- Who else can he introduce me to?
So, I’d say there’s an 80% chance of seeing him again.
With that, I’ll just say,
LOVE YOU!!
GS
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