We did it. And in this case 'it' means IT.
If you want to hear all the sappy details, keep reading, if not, that's the news.
May I add that I love that on the Tropicana cranberry juice bottle it clearly states how it's a smart choice because cranberries help maintain urinary tract health. But can they shoot into me as an IV? Because cranberry juice tastes horrible.
Yeah - we did IT. That also means we kissed. And it was so worth the wait.
We met at my favorite neighborhood burger place for a bloody mary and a burger. Yeah - not just for breakfasts those bloody marys. After the Ramos Fizz incident - I was needing that cocktail to restore my faith in the morning cocktail.
After dinner we walked around the neighborhood and stopped into another bar for more drinks. I think this is when I was at my drunkest (and thank goodness we were both walking) because at this time I had 4 drinks in me and was feeling, how can we say it: brave?
It was then that my drunk self saw opportunity and invited him back to my place which was three blocks away, so he could 'see this magazine article I told him about. Yeah. Riiiiiiiight.
Once inside my apartment, I poured us some wine and we settled in for a conversation. Our conversations lasted until 4am. And don't think I wasn't sitting as close to him as I possibly could batting my eyelashes and licking my lips all the while trying to look sexy on my couch ( I think the whole Flashdance bra removal maneuver entered my mind for consideration).
Who talks for over 4 hours when there is wine, a tipsy girl, and a big huge bed in the next room? WHO? I was so convinced at around 3am that he and I would just be friends or he just wasn't into me. Seriously. Take any of my platonic guy friends put them in his place and yes, we'd have been making out by midnight. (all but BFF, I am sure)
Finally around 4:00am, when I had given up and was back to sober - the boy leaned in and kissed me. And if I could explain the rockets and fireworks that were sparked I would - but I guess I just did, so moving on.I just had to ask him why he waited so long to kiss me. His answer, "this was the best conversation I've had I didn't want it to end but I've been dying to kiss you" HOLLA.
His sweet nothings whispered in my ear didn't stop there, he just kept telling me more and more, then suddenly I was putty in his hands. The kisses lead us to the bedroom and there were more rockets and fireworks. No, no it was freaking dynamite! For real, y'all. I'm not one to sex and speak but I could go on and on about how wonderful it was and how it was the best yet in a really long time and how he kept telling me how much he liked me and how lucky he was that he was where he was at that moment and how everything he said and did was singsong to me.
And if you are doing the math, my friends, that means I didn't get to sleep until 5:30/6:00am. And yes, I had to be at work the next day. It was so very much worth it. Every time I felt my heavy eyelids closing at the office, a fantastic pop up memory from the night before would jolt me back into action. I just love those kind of pop up memories.
Naturally where there were all those positives - there were some negatives. Let me preface by saying, I am one of the most open minded people I know. What I am about to disclose would turn others away and possibly my 23 year old self away from this guy. For some odd reason, my mind and smitten self do not mind at all.
Where to begin? Are you ready? Here we go.
1. He has a tattoo. Not just normal size tattoo. The biggest tattoo I've ever seen. It's on his outer leg, starts at the knee and ends at his sock line. Isn't that HUGE? Or is that just me? I'm thinking any ink on you that is bigger than a cookie screams bad boy to the bone, no?
2. He never went to high school. Uh huh. I nearly dropped off the barstool when he told me that one. He was home taught and then at the 8th grade age, his parents decided it was time for him to go work and work he did. As he grew up, he realized he needed his GED and a college degree, so he turned that around. Holey moley - this guy never experienced any of that high school drama we had to go through and the more I think about it the better off he sounds to me.
3. He was married. This is probably the most shocking, but hey, what can you do? It is what it is. It's not like I've never dated a divorcee before.
There it is. I like him. That’s it.
I like the conversations we have and his life stories he has told so far. I kinda like the tattoo and maybe I like the idea that he has been married before. I don’t really see it as used goods as most people would. I definitely liked the dynamite, fireworks, and rockets. Yes, I would say I really liked the rockets.