I had boys buzzing around like bees around a deliciously sweet flower. It was interesting. I do like the attention some of the time, but I have to say I am more confused today than I was Friday. Every rose has its thorn. Every silver lining has its cloud. Maybe it was the high heels and showing a little cleavage...
Bachelor #1 Loan Officer
Bachelor #2 Screenwriter (used to be a network administrator.)
Bachelor #3 Insurance Administrator (Tall)
I've met #1 before. We had an interesting evening that time hanging out, throwing back a few cold ones and then trying to cook. I thought Loan was a bit odd, but funny. I went to a wine and appetizer mixer and there he was. I handed him a glass of wine. He wanted to take a picture of me to send to his friends. We relocated to a bar to meet up with some other folks who weren't able to make it earlier.
I was already tipsy when I met #2. We hit it off right away. He kept telling me I was beautiful. He also kept taking off his glasses to talk to me. Cause somehow that makes a guy more handsome, not! Glasses are sooooo sexy. At least to me they are.
Screen: This is a perfect evening. The game is on. I'm talking to a beautiful girl...you're really sweet, too.
Must be the dress.
Savvy: Thanksss. That's sooooo sweet!! You're not so bad yourself. So, you're drinking champagne?
Screen: Yes, it's a brut dry champagne.
Savvy: Wow. I have a small bottle of champagne in my purse that I've been wanting to try. Let's sneak out to the patio.
We did. We chit chatted--which is how I found out that he is a screen writer and likes to go to wine tastings. And recently left the ubernerdy world of system administration.
Screen: You know this isn't really champagne don't you?
Savvy: Yes, because champagne only comes from the Champagne region of France. Anything else is just a sparkling wine.
Screen: Wow. You're smart, too.
Savvy: Do you like smart? I think smart is sexy, but not everyone does.
Screen: Smart is definitely sexxy.
We toasted. And ended up not liking the champagne. Too syrupy sweet after that brut.
Savvy: Oh well... Say, they might come looking for me because they probably think we slipped out here to make out.
Screen: Hey, that's not a bad idea...
The glasses came off yet again.
Screen: Wow, you're the most amazing kisser...
Savvy: Hehe thanks. You're not so bad yourself.
Screen: Do you have a card?
Savvy: Shoot, I do, but I ran out.
Screen: No matter. I have a phone.
We eventually did go back inside and sat for some time chatting until trouble reared its ugly head.
Screen: I feel neglected by the waitstaff.I felt toasty, happy and tipsy.
Savvy: Don't feel neglected, I'm here.
Screen: I HATE it when people tall me not to feel something. I feel what I feel.
Savvy: Ummm, allow me to rephrase that... What I meant was, I'm sorry that you feel neglected by the waitstaff, but I'm not neglecting you.
I smiled really big but felt superweird about it.
Waiter: Another champagne. And you miss? More wine?
Screen: She'll have the champagne.
Savvy: Oh, how sweet of you to get champagne for me. Thanks.
The conversation was quite labored though I don't know why. I was tipsy, but lucid. I felt safe with my friends around. And my toes were warm and toasty.
Screen: I'm going to be saying goodnight.
Savvy: Oh, well it was nice meeting you.
Screen: You too, on no, don't get up.Hmmm, I was just going to give him a hug.
When I woke up the next day I could not remember his name. Wow. He made quite an impression and yet his name eluded me. I also realized that he most likely wouldn't call, wasn't actually with our group as I had believed when I was tipsy. It's just as well. Days later, I haven't received a phone call or even a non-committal text message.
Though I can't remember his name, I dooooo recall that he had issues! So, thanks for NOT contacting me whoever you may be!!