Had my meet and greet lunch with Small Town Church Guy yesterday. He’s the guy who saw me at Christmas Eve service at my parents’ tiny church. We met at a Lebanese place (one of the choices I’d given him) close to my office.
He was early (good points) as I’d arrived 5 minutes early. He was already seated at a table close to the front of the restaurant. He stood to greet me, and he was slightly shorter than I like, but it’s workable. He was also slightly less handsome than his FB photos, but I get that too - I only post flattering pictures of myself.
But he was nice as can be. And one would think, well GREAT! But of course, I don’t work like that. He was really, really nice…and (ugh, this is going to make me sound terrible and pretentious!) a bit too small town for my tastes. You know?
Even though he’s very well traveled (you can tell simply by his FB posts alone - all over Europe, all over the US, Iceland (!!!!), etc., he just seems a little too small town for me.
What even IS that? I don’t know and I can’t describe it in words. Perhaps it’s his demeanor.
Oh, and here’s the awesome part: I ordered a tabouleh salad and told him to PLEASE tell me if I get parsley stuck in my teeth! I thought it was kind of funny, but kind of true…
So our lunch was very nice. I actually took half if it home to eat for later because my portion was so huge. We said our goodbyes. He told me he’d like to see me again, and I was all, YEAH, SURE!! Then we hugged goodbye and he went one way to his care and I went another way to my car.
I got in the car and checked out the mirror, and what do you know? As I smiled, a GIGANTIC piece of parsley smiled back at me!!!!! Come ON, man! Why wouldn’t you say something after I gave you specifically to let me know if something is amiss in toothville.
Lord. Now I *don’t * want to see him again. It’s not just the parsley or the small down part of it. It’s the lack of chemistry. I din’t feel it for him at all. Do I even give the thing another chance if I’m not feeling it? Because I’m not feeling it at all.
And now he’s all texting me and shit.
Speaking of feeling IT…
I took the Bulldog to lunch today. It was nothing sexual, mind you, but it WAS something I’d asked him to do.
See, the rent’s going up on my apartment quite a bit, and I have to give a 60 day move out notice…within a few days. And I decided to look at the stunningly slick high-rise building across the street. Now, I know that the Bulldog is very interested in and knowledgeable about architecture, and the building was designed by a very famous architect, so I thought it would be good to have him come along. He does give pretty great advice with things he really into.
So he went with me and even though he did his slow-talking negative thing like he always does, I could tell he was very impressed by the place.
The place is badass, the views are out of this world. And the rent’s cheaper!
He didn’t agree with me on floor plans, and I don’t really care that much about his opinion on the floor plan - I just wanted to get his take on the place, the vibe, etc.
Afterwards, I took him to lunch. He did have to rush out because he had an appointment, so I stayed and had another glass of champagne for dessert.
That man. Why am I so attracted to him? He is a surly, grumpy motherfucker and I just want to take him and ravage him for days at a time.
Meanwhile, I’ve got the sweetest hometown boy wanting to take me out and be sweet to me and I kind of hate him.
Yes, I realize that this is an old theme - as old as time itself, I guess.
Here’s my current mood:
I love you…wherever you are.
GS
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