The Date

Imagine that, I finally got what I wanted. Well, at least 70% of it.

I am in Atlanta visiting family for Carnival Weekend. Of course, I can't allow an opportunity for hunting pass me by. I call up an old friend from college who lives in the area. Jackie was an admissions counselor at my college while I was there. The year I graduated is the same year that he accepted a job in Atlanta, therefore circumstances made it alright for us to converse in public. He is 32, 5ft. 4inches, good looking, smart, motivated,and a gentleman. I never thought about pursuing him until we actually hung out.

Isn't it amazing how the ones who are really for us end up being people we know.

Jackie has a problem of being a bit of a flake. His tail will keep you waiting all day while he is running about doing who knows what. The only reason why I deal with it is because I don't have any other options and I want this one. For once I found a man that I actually LIKE and WANT. Uhhh so frustrating! I find my type and I can't really have him because we don't live in the same area.

Jackie gets me around midnight and we head to The Highlands to grab a drink. Granted, I was already pretty loose after having 4 shots of tequila with my family, but I was ready for some more fun. Carnival weekend, enough said.

I have on my "F Me Dress" and dancing heels just to be sure he realizes the importance of spending ALL of his time very wisely with me. The first bar is a Frat scene. Not my style, but I choke it down in order to work some magic. We have lovely conversation. I keep my eyes glued to him with one hand, ever-so-gently, brushing his thigh. I can tell he is nervous because he keeps on smiling and looking away. Plus he only touches his fingertips to my knees as if he is scared of crossing the line. Its really adorable.

Before we head to the next bar I go to the bathroom, because something below is definitely off kilter. *Sigh* Why did Monet come to town.

Allow me to introduce you to Monet. She is my period. I named her because she is always with me. Such a beautiful thing that brings tons of complications. Tonight she is annoying because her presence places physical limitations. Yes, I like to have the option of going there if necessary, and I don't want to have to worry about accidents on my "F Me Dress"!

We leave the bar and head to another up the street for one more drink. As we walk to this bar I hook my arm in his until he decides we should hold hands instead. Homeboy started getting bold.

The next bar offers wine so I get a glass while Jackie gets some other coke concoction. As we are waiting for the drinks he massages my back. I tell him he can press harder. Hahaha, I'm such a lil flirt. Anyway he steps into me and presses harder. I can tell he is enjoying all of this.

WE grab a table outside of this adorable bar and chat some more. Jackie is a poet and he tells me that he is a hopeless romantic, hence the reason why many of his poems are about women. Can a girl ask for more? I'm really feeling him and he is saying all of the right things. He is completely honest about his feelings towards me and his wants. My ass is now a hot mess because I want him, but I am not about to be "playing house", as WL#1 would say. "Playing House" is acting as if you are in a relationship, although you know after a certain amount of time you all have to go on with your lives.

I tell him this, and he just continues to say that I have him for today and whatever other time we may scrounge up this weekend. Yes, I agreed to "playing house" although I shouldn't have.

Then we kiss.

We decide to continue our night, so we hop in his car and head back to his place to talk some more since the bars in the area were closing.

When we arrived at his adorable apartment we didn't have the chance to talk much. In the middle of it all, I think to myself, if there was an opportunity for this to be something for real, there is no way I would have gone to his place. But, since I only had him for the night I was going to take what I could get.

After a few hours he takes me back to my weekend lodging. Now ladies - please, please, please - whether you are doing the walk of shame or just leaving a location with a man; never look busted. Straighten your dress, fix your makeup, and comb your hair. You should look the same way you came in. Keep it classy.

Shit, I looked damn good when I walked out to his car and up my family's driveway.

We decided to get together at least once more this weekend. Has this happened? I would say not. Once again, flaky. Usually, I would push a guy to the side with this sort of habit, but since he is someone I want, it is much harder. I do wonder if we left out the physical portions of the night would he have been more adamant about actually getting together again or would it be the same. Honestly, I think it would be the same. And actions like that do not go over well with me. I am not an Easy Bake Oven. Popping me in then shooting me out. Uh uh!

I will say, although things had no chance of progressing I had a great time. And in actuality kind of met my goal. I say kind of because we did not have dinner and I do not get to follow this up. But I do know that he appreciates me as I do him. Also this shows me that there is hope in finding the right guy for me after all.