I don’t know how it happened. But somehow, I am deep in the throes of puppy love. I mean, total infatuation!!
It’s been a busy two weeks. The guy I was calling Henry in the last post (aka: Mr. Familiar Face) turned out to be a total loser/jackass. The Monday after my night with him, I got a text message from him saying that he had a great time with me, but didn’t think there was a “relationship connection, but I saw a lot else I liked! 
Thoughts?” Yeah, here’s a thought, how about I punch you in the face! But whatever, he’s my Twitter follower now. Yay to increasing those numbers! That experience, paired with having a really crappy job interview for a possible social media fashion gig really put me in bad spirits that week.
Then that Friday, I had gotten an email from Paul, aka: Mr. Mexican Cookies. He invited me to go to a Oktoberfest party. So I said yes, and we spent that whole Saturday together…drinking mostly. It was fun, and he is a good guy. Towards the end of the night, he invited me to a barbecue in Brooklyn, we went and I met some of his good friends and afterward, we somehow ended up at my place and he slept over. But I didn’t feel much of a spark and I think we’re better off as friends.
The next morning, I woke up with a terrible hangover, Paul sleeping next to me and very little memory of how we got there (we were both fully dressed), when I realized that I had to feel better quickly and get rid of Paul sooner than later because I had a date that night with a new guy that I had been conversing with. I told Paul that I was having an early dinner with my friends and that I had to get ready, and after he left, I put every hangover cure that I had ever tried to use. Though I had zero interest in meeting a guy for drinks at that point, and contemplated canceling, I decided to suck it up and went to meet “Jesse” at a bar in Williamsburg.
I got there a little early, and unfortunately, the bar he had chosen was closed. So I texted him that I would be waiting outside. He arrived soon after, and apologized for the mix-up. We found another bar (we were in Williamsburg, Brooklyn … you can’t turn a corner without hitting a bar!) and chatted over two pints of beer. He was cute, very tall, smart and is successfully pursuing his dream career, which was nice to hear. We had a great time talking, and before the date was over, he asked me if I would be interested in seeing him again, so I agreed to a second date. He had sparkly eyes, and I love that.
Second date we met at a bar near my office, after work, and we spent six and a half hours there talking and drinking beer. We realized that we had a LOT in common, and he shared some stories with me that he said he had never told anyone before. Continue reading ‘Infatuation’
