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So I met this guy...
So many of my stories start that way, but each is truly different. I've met quite a few guys this last week, must be something in the air. I met this guy and could even think about the rest of the guys I've been meeting lately. I'll start with the easy stuff.
Natasha's last night at DaVinci's was Sunday, and I pulled the upstairs shift that night. When I arrived at the bar, still dragging from the long day of egg flipping hyjinx, Tash had a beer waiting for me. With only one other person in the bar (way down the other end), I had time to waste before I had to set up. I wispered to her "He's hot" in my best Napoleon Dynamite. A few minutes later after he left for the men's room, Tash grabbed his beer and belongings and moved them down to our end of the bar. When he returned she informed him his seat had changed, and we started to talk.
More people came into the bar, but still we talked. Sometimes just a look in way of response to something overheard, but always communication.
How I miss communication. I have so few in my life right now who can do it.
I've seen him again, Valentine's Day (how that for a happy VD) and we are aiming for a date on Friday night. Did I mention he's hot? Oh... Did I mention he's an Opera Singer?
I am fascination.
So many of my stories start that way, but each is truly different. I've met quite a few guys this last week, must be something in the air. I met this guy and could even think about the rest of the guys I've been meeting lately. I'll start with the easy stuff.
Natasha's last night at DaVinci's was Sunday, and I pulled the upstairs shift that night. When I arrived at the bar, still dragging from the long day of egg flipping hyjinx, Tash had a beer waiting for me. With only one other person in the bar (way down the other end), I had time to waste before I had to set up. I wispered to her "He's hot" in my best Napoleon Dynamite. A few minutes later after he left for the men's room, Tash grabbed his beer and belongings and moved them down to our end of the bar. When he returned she informed him his seat had changed, and we started to talk.
More people came into the bar, but still we talked. Sometimes just a look in way of response to something overheard, but always communication.
How I miss communication. I have so few in my life right now who can do it.
I've seen him again, Valentine's Day (how that for a happy VD) and we are aiming for a date on Friday night. Did I mention he's hot? Oh... Did I mention he's an Opera Singer?
I am fascination.