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Last night I met the love of my life.
No fucking joke.
I just hope he calls me. ;)
In the middle of one of the most epic and best nights of my life (which I will blog about in good time), I was at a bar in Dupont, wearing my DC little league expos shirt, getting hit on by lots of guys when one kid, Mark, introduces me to his friend John. Although I'm sitting down, John appears to be a good height (turns out he's 6'1"), perfect build for me (medium), brown long-ish hair, blue eyes (or something lightish), great smile, both ears pierced (in the artsy way, not the gay way... hehe), and is wearing - god bless him - jeans and a navy t-shirt from Belgium. Read: NOT a polo or button-down.
The first thing we chat about is my shirt, which was the best thing to wear to a bar EVER. Ugh, I got so much attention. Then he asks me what I "do," and I laugh and say what I do for money is not what I Do, then I tell him each - what I do for money, and what I really want to be doing. Then I ask him what he does, and he says that what he does for money is what he does for fun too. What's that I say? He's an asst. producer for redskins radio. What, are you serious, I ask. Yeah, he says and smiles. I mean, SERIOUS SERIOUS I ask. Yeah, he says, I'm dead serious. I have to wake up at 8 to go to the scrimmage in Baltimore tomorrow and I have like weekly phone interviews with Joe. Joe Gibbs. UGH!
So we've determined he's into sports. So I ask him where he went to college: Dickinson.
His major: Philosophy, more useless than yours, he says. All I do is sit around, think and write, he says.
What he did after college: lived in New York. Lived in London.
Where has he traveled: All 7 continents.
Top 5 favorite movies include: American Beauty, Royal Tenenbaums
Last book read, that apparently I can borrow, I can have his copy: Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
Questions he asked me:
Top 5 favorite movies - I was so blown away I couldn't even think of my top 5. But he's never seen the Godfather. !?!??!?! "No one will watch it with me" he said. I will.
What was the last book I read?
When I order chinese food what do I usually get?
He has:
-one brother
-a roomie
-lives in Rosslyn
He said to me:
"I'm sorry but I just have to say... it's so amazing that you're not... stupid. It's so refreshing!"
hahahaha
"I'm sorry but... I know I shouldn't ask this but... but what are you doing on Sunday? Daily Grill in Georgetown has half price bottles of wine... come and split one with me?"
Uh, come and split one with you? I mean, can I have your babies???
"Don't let me leave here without getting your number, please. Please."
Hello, of course not.
He kisses me. I kiss back. Its amazing. I blush and say I'm sorry, I really don't like to be the girl who's kissing guys in bars. "You know... I hate PDA," he says, "So much. I never do this. I'm sorry. I don't know what it is."
We talk about when our parents met and got married, our siblings, what it feels like to feel old at 24, how living at home isn't the worst.
His friend Mark offers to buy me a beer. "What would you like" he asks. "Um, a Yuengling," I say, "Please." Mark reaches over and grabs John's arm. "Dude, did you hear what she ordered? A Yuengling!" John turns to me and bursts out laughing. He says, "I can't believe you, you're so incredibly amazing!"
He says he'll call me Sunday afternoon. He says he'll drive here from Rosslyn to pick me up. I say don't be silly, I'll just meet you in Georgetown. He says no. He insists. He goes off to the bathroom.
His friend Mark (who is HOT, btw) leans in and says, so, I have to ask you one question. Yes? I blush. "Is he a good kisser...?" I burst out laughing and blush. I say yes, and I apologize because it's not my style. He says don't worry about it, John is great. He's really easy going. Just go with it, OK? Don't over-think.
I was like... how do you know me?
They leave the bar before I (and Laura) do - well, probably because we shut the place down and stayed til 3:30am... or was it 4... John kisses me good-bye. Really hot, really awesome kiss. Mmmmm... and as I type he's up at Raven's stadium working... for the Skins...
Oh, and another thing he told me: his family is the DC family that's had season tickets to all the teams' games. They've had Redskins tickets for 54 years. Since he was one year old, he told me, he's never missed a Cowboys/Redskins game.
"What about when you were in London?" I ask. "Did you miss it then?"
He stares at me. "You got me. I missed it then."
"I need you to do me a favor," I say.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to stop talking to me."
"Why?" he asks.
"Because you're saying everything I ever wanted to hear."
He laughs.
"I have one question for you..." I go on. "You know how I left out two movies from my top 5 list?"
"Yeah"
"I want you to guess what they might be..."
He pauses. He looks at me. "From what I know..." he says, "I'm going to have to go with.... The Big Lebowski."
I stare up at him and smile. I laugh a little. I look away. I nod. "I love that movie." I say. And I think, it's completely over for me.
:)
No fucking joke.
I just hope he calls me. ;)
In the middle of one of the most epic and best nights of my life (which I will blog about in good time), I was at a bar in Dupont, wearing my DC little league expos shirt, getting hit on by lots of guys when one kid, Mark, introduces me to his friend John. Although I'm sitting down, John appears to be a good height (turns out he's 6'1"), perfect build for me (medium), brown long-ish hair, blue eyes (or something lightish), great smile, both ears pierced (in the artsy way, not the gay way... hehe), and is wearing - god bless him - jeans and a navy t-shirt from Belgium. Read: NOT a polo or button-down.
The first thing we chat about is my shirt, which was the best thing to wear to a bar EVER. Ugh, I got so much attention. Then he asks me what I "do," and I laugh and say what I do for money is not what I Do, then I tell him each - what I do for money, and what I really want to be doing. Then I ask him what he does, and he says that what he does for money is what he does for fun too. What's that I say? He's an asst. producer for redskins radio. What, are you serious, I ask. Yeah, he says and smiles. I mean, SERIOUS SERIOUS I ask. Yeah, he says, I'm dead serious. I have to wake up at 8 to go to the scrimmage in Baltimore tomorrow and I have like weekly phone interviews with Joe. Joe Gibbs. UGH!
So we've determined he's into sports. So I ask him where he went to college: Dickinson.
His major: Philosophy, more useless than yours, he says. All I do is sit around, think and write, he says.
What he did after college: lived in New York. Lived in London.
Where has he traveled: All 7 continents.
Top 5 favorite movies include: American Beauty, Royal Tenenbaums
Last book read, that apparently I can borrow, I can have his copy: Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
Questions he asked me:
Top 5 favorite movies - I was so blown away I couldn't even think of my top 5. But he's never seen the Godfather. !?!??!?! "No one will watch it with me" he said. I will.
What was the last book I read?
When I order chinese food what do I usually get?
He has:
-one brother
-a roomie
-lives in Rosslyn
He said to me:
"I'm sorry but I just have to say... it's so amazing that you're not... stupid. It's so refreshing!"
hahahaha
"I'm sorry but... I know I shouldn't ask this but... but what are you doing on Sunday? Daily Grill in Georgetown has half price bottles of wine... come and split one with me?"
Uh, come and split one with you? I mean, can I have your babies???
"Don't let me leave here without getting your number, please. Please."
Hello, of course not.
He kisses me. I kiss back. Its amazing. I blush and say I'm sorry, I really don't like to be the girl who's kissing guys in bars. "You know... I hate PDA," he says, "So much. I never do this. I'm sorry. I don't know what it is."
We talk about when our parents met and got married, our siblings, what it feels like to feel old at 24, how living at home isn't the worst.
His friend Mark offers to buy me a beer. "What would you like" he asks. "Um, a Yuengling," I say, "Please." Mark reaches over and grabs John's arm. "Dude, did you hear what she ordered? A Yuengling!" John turns to me and bursts out laughing. He says, "I can't believe you, you're so incredibly amazing!"
He says he'll call me Sunday afternoon. He says he'll drive here from Rosslyn to pick me up. I say don't be silly, I'll just meet you in Georgetown. He says no. He insists. He goes off to the bathroom.
His friend Mark (who is HOT, btw) leans in and says, so, I have to ask you one question. Yes? I blush. "Is he a good kisser...?" I burst out laughing and blush. I say yes, and I apologize because it's not my style. He says don't worry about it, John is great. He's really easy going. Just go with it, OK? Don't over-think.
I was like... how do you know me?
They leave the bar before I (and Laura) do - well, probably because we shut the place down and stayed til 3:30am... or was it 4... John kisses me good-bye. Really hot, really awesome kiss. Mmmmm... and as I type he's up at Raven's stadium working... for the Skins...
Oh, and another thing he told me: his family is the DC family that's had season tickets to all the teams' games. They've had Redskins tickets for 54 years. Since he was one year old, he told me, he's never missed a Cowboys/Redskins game.
"What about when you were in London?" I ask. "Did you miss it then?"
He stares at me. "You got me. I missed it then."
"I need you to do me a favor," I say.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to stop talking to me."
"Why?" he asks.
"Because you're saying everything I ever wanted to hear."
He laughs.
"I have one question for you..." I go on. "You know how I left out two movies from my top 5 list?"
"Yeah"
"I want you to guess what they might be..."
He pauses. He looks at me. "From what I know..." he says, "I'm going to have to go with.... The Big Lebowski."
I stare up at him and smile. I laugh a little. I look away. I nod. "I love that movie." I say. And I think, it's completely over for me.
:)