It’s 3:15am, and I just had to write. As I posted previously, I nixed my planned date tonight with the Portuguese Guy. At 8:30 I was still moping around when I decided to meet up with some friends at a very large, very popular bar downtown. I asked a second girlfriend (we’ll call her Mousey – since she’s super sweet and quiet), if she wanted to tag along and away we went.
The night with the group was fun. I recall walking though the door and thinking to myself, There is definitely a guy or two in here who I’ve come across on one of these dating websites. I just hoped it wasn’t any creepers or one I’d already gone out with. Our group set up camp in the corner of the bar and had a good time drinking and telling stories, doing a little dancing and what have you. Around midnight, the majority of the crew decided to head out, but I decided to stick around a little while longer with Mousey. We did a lap around the bar, and got hit on, but SURPRISE! creepy, weird guys who were probably 10 years younger than us. We finally escaped their presence, and ran to hide on the other side of the bar. We stood there chatting but I instantaneously locked eyes with a hottie standing behind Mousey. We kept trading glances, and I got progressively bashful as it became more and more obvious. I then noticed that he and his other two guy friends were blatantly staring and talking about us. I said to Mousey, “Don’t turn around, but there’s a really, really cute guy behind you who is checking us out and I’m getting super embarrassed.”
Two minutes later, he marched right over to us, stood there and smiled, and announced my Match.com screen name.
He recognized me from my profile and knew exactly who I was. I laughed and asked if we had chatted online at all. He was confused, and asked if I didn’t remember him. After some digging, I finally got it. I forced him to pull up his (now disabled) profile, and there he was. One of only handful of hot guys I had been swooning over for months. Back in January we had exchanged quite a few emails. He remembered a lot about me: my name, the fact that I was conservative politically and that I straight up asked him if he went to church (wow, I was impressed with the old me – being that bold!) He reminded me that he said he didn’t really go to church, but sweetly smiled, flashing his dimples, and said that he would be more than happy to though.
During the discussion, I recalled that I gave him my phone number at one point, but he never called. I proceeded to give him shit, and pile it on for about 20 minutes. He said that had he known that I looked like I did, he would have, and was profusely apologetic. He proceeded to tell me how beautiful I was, and that I was much, much more attractive in person than my pictures. Funny thing happened: he told me he gave me his number, which I didn’t recall. So I checked my phone right in front of him for his first name without luck. He then decided it would just be funny to call it to see if he was in there instead – and there he was, entered in to my phone just as “Firefighter.” Yes, he’s a firefighter – GO FIGURE! It was pretty hilarious.
We continued to talk, and flirt, and he found all the reasons he could to touch me, whether it be my shoulder or hand, my hip or my back. None of it was creepy of forward, just showing sincere interest from what I cold tell. He asked me the obligatory, basic questions about my job and what I do outside of work. When I gave him basic answers back, he wasn’t satisfied, and continued to dig deeper and really get to know more about me. It was strange, I was insanely attracted to this guy, but felt really comfortable around him. Usually I get super coy when flirting, but he really made me feel comfortable. That’s important. It’s dangerous too…
Meanwhile, Mousey is playing the best wing-woman a girl could ask for. She let this guy’s cousin chat her up for over an hour. They even disappeared for a while to jump on the dance floor! I was so thankful she was there.
Something about the whole exchange just seemed magical, not to sound queer. We hit it off with an instant connection. The physical attraction was blatantly obviously between us. We must have stood there for over an hour talking. Meeting spontaneously for the first time allowed for everything to unfold naturally. However, he also already knew a great deal about the important things in my life, my values and faith – it’s not an awkward bridge I have to cross with him. I don’t have to wonder when to “reveal” these things.
We parted ways with a nice hug. On my drive home he texted me to ask if I made it back safely. First, I LOVE a guy who is concerned about my safety. Second, I think it’s awesome he didn’t waste any time reaching out to me. He gave me his last name so he could have a proper place in my phone, and we had a brief exchange of messages:
Me: “Well “First Name, Last Name”, it was nice to meet you tonight. Even if it was only by chance, and not because you called and set up an actual date. ;)”
Him: “This worked out better I think. Match would have been planned. This was spontaneous. You turned out to be gorgeous, with a sense of humor and you were very interesting to talk to….all unprepared.”
Me: “Aw well thank you. You were just as sweet and handsome as I suspected you were.”
Him: “So we need to go on a date I think.”