I sure
have been a slacker on this blog but since it is so driven by my dating
there hasn't been much to say. After Mr. Baseball took the
ex-girlfriend he assured me wasn't in the picture on the vacation we had
planned I kind of swore off men until 2012. Mr. MexicanFood and Mr.
Baseball in the first 4 months of this year is just a sign that I
obviously have not figured out my major man issues.
I
may not be dating but I am not dead either. I met the most beautiful
man on my birthday at this swanky rooftop bar downtown. I never go to
places like this because I am a much simpler girl and the socialite
scene is more than I care to keep up with but it was my birthday. So my
champagne drinking best friend and my hilarious little sister take me
out for some girls night fun.
This
tall extremely handsome guy was pacing past our table on his phone and I
over hear his bitching about being at the bar alone. Since I am such a
shy girl I turn around, interrupt his phone call and say "it's really OK
buddy, we've all been there before, you are just suppose to own it." He
laughs, gets off the phone and we continue to talk. A few minutes later
three of his friends show up and join our table. I spend my evening
laughing and drinking with the Man of My Dreams.
He
is gorgeous, has his Masters from Oregon State, works as the General
Manager for the department at a University that seeks corporate
sponsorships for the athletic department and he grew up in Northern
California, my favorite place on Earth. I could not have created him
better myself. Did I mention he has no kids and is only 31!! Ding. Ding.
Ding.
So
far I have played it pretty cool with emails and such surrounding work,
there is communication but it's not like he is racing to ask me out and
we haven't ventured into any real details about our personal lives. For
all I know he is one of those married guys who doesn't wear a ring. I
hate them... It must be how boys feel about wonder bras; false
advertising. You get all excited and then BAM! Married.
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