You see, my friend, G., has been having a hard time. Things are done in her marraige, but he's making things difficult nonetheless until she is able to move out in August. So, she's been going out to a local Tavern, and I've been joining her. And, much to her (very happy) surprise, a guy named B. has been talking to her, and he's been treating her like a princess. It's awesome! She deserves it!
Now, about three weeks ago, I had been picked up (literally) by a guy, D., twice! And, he put me on the back of his bike and took me to his place. And all of this was after he INSISTED I put his number in my phone! There was some kissing, then back to pick up my car and back to my place. D. spent the night, and other than kissing and touching, nothing happened. He held me so tight all night long - it was very nice. But I'm still trying to get him to actually call me! Frustrating!
And then, about a week ago, G. and I were out - kareoke at the Tavern
But, on one of those night, I had leaned over to J. and told him that sooner or later, I was going to get his number. So, lets skip forward to last saturday, July 3rd.
I had been home all day - weekend off - started imbibing around 3ish. Made gazspacho, a pasta dish, and fried up some bacon for my baby boy. (I might be vegan, but he's not!) I was feeling pretty good and G. texted me to meet at the Tavern. So, I threw on some proper clothes and head out. This guy M. kept hitting on me - he'd been hitting on me a few nights before, but he wasn't getting the message. He even asked G. and B. if they would double just so I would go out with him!
The Tavern closed, and J. wanted to go out to Bubba's. And I was up for it. So, I climbed on the back of his bike - a Harley soft-tail (I really need to learned more about the different types; I can't tell them a part to save my life!) M. shouted out for me to come back, and talk, and I shouted out, "Sorry. Taking off with J." and we pulled out. M & M rolled with us, because she wanted to go out to Bubba's, too. And when we got there, D. was working the door. J. bought us drinks, and we closed that bar, too! (The Tavern is a neighborhood bar, so it closes at 11:45 sharp. Bubba's has more regular hours, like staying open til 2am.) From there, we headed back to M & M's for a bit, and then J. took me back to get my car and followed me home.
Lots of kissing. Lots of touching. He spent the night. Daugherty loved him! He pounced around 6 am on J. to start playing, and J. played with him! Up at 9:30ish to go out to my folks, and head to the gym with my mom. And J. didn't get my number; I figured he knew where to find me if he wanted. (Plus, after getting my hopes up with D., I didn't want to do that again.)
So, then there was yesterday. July 5th. G.'s son turned 21, and back at the Tavern to celebrate. Her ex-brother-in-law Gl., showed up. Very intriguing. Lots of drinking. Lots of shots - handed my keys to J. (yes, he was also there, but not for the 21st celebration) after the 3rd shot. T. bought me 2 of them - he wanted me to sing. And I did. A few songs.
Gl. asked G. for my number (she gave it to him - yea!). And, he took care of my bar tab - a very pleasant surprise when the lights went up and I went to settle. D. was there for awhile - I teased him about not calling me. He responded, "she texted me to come back, and I did. Isn't that better than a phone call?" He has a point.
J. let me take my keys back - I wouldn't have asked if I didn't feel ok to drive the short distance home. And he said he wouldn't have given them back if he didn't feel that I was ok. So, he followed me home. We stayed up for a little bit, kissing. Watching Buffy. Went to the gas station for smokes. I was getting on the back of the bike when I realized I was barefoot - all he said was, "Keep your feet on the bars." Back home, more Buffy. He started falling asleep in my arms. Finally, around 2ish, I was like, lets go upstairs, to bed. So we did.
And it was nice, to sleep next to someone again. And that's what we did. Sleep. Around 10ish, Daugherty was really begging to go out, so I got up. I told J. he should stay in bed, that I would be back. But he ended up getting dressed and coming downstairs. So he could head to work.
I walked him out to his bike. Another kiss. And then said, "You still haven't gotten my number."
He responded, "It's ok. I know where you live."
So . . . it looks like the single life is looking up! And I'll post the gazspacho recipe a later.
in any case . . .
slainte. . . .
Mulu :>)
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