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So much for updating regularly.
Anyway.
I had a date last night. I really like him a lot. His name is Michael and he lives in Greenpoint. This is a huge development, as the last Michael from Greenpoint that I slept with was a coworker that I ended up sharing an office with for a year and a half shortly thereafter. Disaster.
Anyway - my date. After an especially long happy hour a couple of weeks ago, my friend Nicky convinced me that the only solution to all of my problems was a new man in my life. Apparently the only way to go about doing that involved setting up an online dating profile. Never in a million years did I think I would do this sort of thing, but I did. Well, Nicky did, actually. She built the profile and off I went. The next day I was looking around on the site and saw this guy who I thought was very cute. So...messages were exchanged, and we decided to meet up last night.
We talked and went through an entire bottle of wine before we even opened the menu. Then we walked in the rain to another place for fancy cocktails and sticky date pudding. The he invited me over for a nightcap, which led to scotch and making out in his kitchen. Then his bedroom. Then I woke up this morning and couldn't find my underwear. These things happen.
Fun fact - only once in my life have I not gone home with someone on the first date. I don't know what that means, but I thought it was worth divulging.
He's really, really, sweet. And really, really cute. And a lighting architect. And he has a really sexy voice. And he has the biggest dick that I've ever seen in my life. Honestly - it terrifies me. I could go down on it just fine, but if we ever get around to fucking, I see a lot of deep breathing exercises in my future. Lordy.
But, yeah. I like him. We went out for donuts and coffee this morning and ate them in his apartment while watching the rain and listening to WNYC. It was so cute and I didn't want it to end.
So, now I go to my crazy place where I work out all sorts of crazy scenarios in my head and obsess about them over the next week or so until I see him again. Is he dating other people? Was last night just a one-time thing? Is he really as nice as he seemed or was that just a front? Ugh. I hate this part.
Oh well. At the very least I had a very enjoyable one night stand and got to sleep in some very big and comfortable arms for the night.
And Roger is but a distant memory. Which is right where he belongs.
Anyway.
I had a date last night. I really like him a lot. His name is Michael and he lives in Greenpoint. This is a huge development, as the last Michael from Greenpoint that I slept with was a coworker that I ended up sharing an office with for a year and a half shortly thereafter. Disaster.
Anyway - my date. After an especially long happy hour a couple of weeks ago, my friend Nicky convinced me that the only solution to all of my problems was a new man in my life. Apparently the only way to go about doing that involved setting up an online dating profile. Never in a million years did I think I would do this sort of thing, but I did. Well, Nicky did, actually. She built the profile and off I went. The next day I was looking around on the site and saw this guy who I thought was very cute. So...messages were exchanged, and we decided to meet up last night.
We talked and went through an entire bottle of wine before we even opened the menu. Then we walked in the rain to another place for fancy cocktails and sticky date pudding. The he invited me over for a nightcap, which led to scotch and making out in his kitchen. Then his bedroom. Then I woke up this morning and couldn't find my underwear. These things happen.
Fun fact - only once in my life have I not gone home with someone on the first date. I don't know what that means, but I thought it was worth divulging.
He's really, really, sweet. And really, really cute. And a lighting architect. And he has a really sexy voice. And he has the biggest dick that I've ever seen in my life. Honestly - it terrifies me. I could go down on it just fine, but if we ever get around to fucking, I see a lot of deep breathing exercises in my future. Lordy.
But, yeah. I like him. We went out for donuts and coffee this morning and ate them in his apartment while watching the rain and listening to WNYC. It was so cute and I didn't want it to end.
So, now I go to my crazy place where I work out all sorts of crazy scenarios in my head and obsess about them over the next week or so until I see him again. Is he dating other people? Was last night just a one-time thing? Is he really as nice as he seemed or was that just a front? Ugh. I hate this part.
Oh well. At the very least I had a very enjoyable one night stand and got to sleep in some very big and comfortable arms for the night.
And Roger is but a distant memory. Which is right where he belongs.