conversation was me trying to redirect him talking about sexual encounters the whole time. scott looked at me with the creepiest, “id probably eat you after i kidnap you” look known to man. scott was married, but in limbo and just happened to have his own apartment close to the bar. Long story short: exit strategy needed, and i still get the douche chills thinking about it. i devise an out plan if the meeting sucks, and i make sure its JUST for a drink. stranger danger is all that keeps going through my head. we make a plan to meet at a bar about three blocks away from my apartment. emails back and forth are witty, flirty, intriguing. im so flattered little ole me? my wolf shirt must have sent out that va va voom message that day. then like a ghost, he was gone.Įmails were passed, as soon as i saw the post. after he clicked on down to the coffee shop, got his caffeine fix, he came back to the bar we were at and actually sat a few seats away, nursing a budwiser for about a half an hour. We made eye contact when he first pulled up, and i felt a slight embarrassment for being the asshole standing outside smoking in 103 degree weather. he gets off the bike, and starts clicking down the street to the coffee shop. Was it the akwardly shy nerdy guy sitting to my right, the balding intellectual type sitting to my left? how about the creepy guy who wouldnt stop saying he used t be a roadie for green day? then it struck me! the guy with the bike shoes! i was standing outside smoking a cigarette with my girlfriend, and this guy rides up on his hipstermatic 500 bicycle (the specific name evades me, sorry bike nerds). but who was it? brunch that sunday was a little foggy after the two bloody marys i had. posted: at the bar, drinking a beer, wearing a wolf tee, tatoos… clearly the answer was clear that this gentleman was speaking of none other than me. This little chat reminded me of a missed connection i encountered when i lived in dc. someone took the time to actually notice you, remember you, then posted to a free website to try and get your attention because they didn’t have the balls to come up to you in person. when they happen, they are like little magical links that make you feel so special, yet so creepy on the inside. So nikki and i were talking about missed connections on cragis list.
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