Didn't know it would come so soon did you? Me either. I was taking a nap around 2 yesterday afternoon with G(ym guy) called me to see if I wanted to meet up with him and his friends because they were playing darts at this bar in Oakmont. I said sure. When he got off work at 10, he called me and of course I'd already researched the place which, score one for them, has a website. We meet there and luckily as soon as I walk in I see him. That would be because the place was closed down to one room dominated by the huge three-sided bar. Plus he was the only person there who might have been black. No, I don't know his racial makeup. He's extra pale.
I had on a teal v-neck long-sleeved t-shirt with a skinny black belt with grommets on it tied instead of buckled (very spring '08 and super adorable) under a black quilted motorcycle jacket with tight skinny jeans tucked into calf-high flat suede boots. I put that look together to be casual and still smokin hot. Score! And still, like everywhere else I ever go in this town, I was overdressed. Ask me if I cared. *yawn*
In the last post did I tell you he never wants to leave Pittsburgh? Oh buddy. We are so on different pages already. His friends are two dudes he grew up with. I immediately noticed they were the corny guys in the corner when they were younger giving each other titty twisters. You can just tell. Again I'm looking at him like these are your friends. Nice guys, but very goofy and not people I would regularly hang with. Within the first 5 minutes of meeting his friends I thought about him, "Perhaps we should only be gym friends." Men. Be careful of the guys you introduce girls to. They will judge you for them whether its right or not. Some nice girls will take them with a grain of salt but when the only two she meets are odd and a bit anti-social? It does not bode well for you.
To make this as not drawn out as possible here are the things I found out in the course of the night. He could be going to jail in two weeks once he has his hearing (no I don't know what for other than he's not a sex offender and its not for murder. You bet I looked him up.). He has 2 children, ages 9 and 7. I did ask if he was married and he said no, marriage is sacred and he wouldn't be here if he was married. He seemed offended that I asked. Like I care. I don't do married men and one of my friends already got caught up in a dramatic situation a la the wife bustin up in a restaurant parking lot losing her mind talking about she already had to run one off before. Stop. the madness.
He likes what he calls "hippie music" and Dave Matthews Band. This made me even more confused about his racial background, but it's so rude to ask "what are you?" Not that it matters terribly, I'm just curious. He also works out 3-4 hours, 6xs a week, not 2 hours. That is obsessive and you know I told him as much. Side note: Rejoice because I do not feel nearly as sore as I thought I would. As a result I'm quite happy to learn I'm more fit than I thought I was. If it wasn't Friday (which means I go to work at 11:30 p.m.), I would go to the gym today. However, today is my day where I don't go anywhere.
I drank 2 Yuengling drafts. He had 3 courvoisiers and two shots. After the 2nd drink and before the shots, he asked me if he should get another one. I said no. He kept going. Gentlemen. Here's a tip from a lady. Do NOT out drink her and not be able to handle it very well. I don't care if you're showing off and your boy is egging you on. If she says don't drink more AFTER YOU ASKED HER OPINION, it would behoove you to follow suit. One of his homies kept asking me about my lip gloss. "It's so shiny. I like it. Did you put more on? Your lips are just so..." Then when as he was telling G to drink more, he's putting devil's horns next to his head (I told you they were corny) so I circled my hands over my delightfully fluffy afro and said (for the second time), "Don't drink more." The friend goes, "OMG that was like the hottest angel I've ever seen." (Quite likely.) And yet G did. Stupid.
At the end of the night I hadn't had a drink for at least 90 minutes. I was super sober and he was a bit not. (Not to brag but clearly 5 drinks was not a drunk night for me in college. I really don't think that's anything to brag about but my point is, if you can't go hard and still be chill, you should know your limit and stop. Plus you're an adult now. Let's act like it.)
He wanted to continue the night and I opted out. He asked for a hug and as I was leaning in he said gimme a kiss and STOLE IT!!! Just a peck and then I turned my face and he got some cheek, too. DRUNK PUPPY! All I could do was snicker because I was just so shocked! Who does that?
And I didn't throw a single dart. Pause. Wow... He is quite pretty but that empty-like head is quite a problem. It would also be nice if didn't have all of the aforementioned issues.
As I got on the turnpike I realized Sonic was just 5 minutes away, wondered if it was open at 2 a.m. and nearly kicked myself for not thinking of it earlier! I SO should've gone there and then met him at the bar later. Would you like to know why I love my stuck-up Hampton friends so much? Because when I told one of them this story, she said, "Didn't I tell you to run after I found out he had braids? Men with braids over 21 are no good. A 29 year old braid wearin, cake makin, alcoholic, Pittsburgher, kiss stealin, non-marrying baby daddy criminalistic hippie." Hilarous! Stace wasn't quite as hard on him but still less than impressed. You know how I feel about it... *yawn* uninspired.
*I'm quickly approaching 400 posts! Is everyone excited?! YAY!!*