Ok, so last night I might have had 3 glasses and wine and few cocktails. Ok, by "might" i mean i did. My friend's boyfriend went the way of the douche-bag so I needed to take her out. And for some reason we decided it would be fun to pretend we are 25 again - and it was.
We went to a bar in the east village that only 25 yr-olds could appreciate. Almost immideiately i fell in love with the cute, sarcastic, fully sleeved tattood doorman/boy (who likely is 25). Then he told me is a grad student in philosphy and i nearly proposed.
This kind of dude is so my type and yet, on a deeper level, i know that this should so not be my type.
I chatted and flirted and he asked for my number. He texted me a few hours later saying it was a pleasure to meet me and asked me out. His follow up time was in less than 24 hours! I began planning our wedding and how i would explain the tattoos to my grandparents.
I responded in the morning and our conversation went something like this:
doorman/boy: "Would you like to get a drink this weekend?"
Me: "I can't do this weekend, but how about next week?"
doorman/boy: "Sure, what day works for you?"
Me: "Work is crazy busy now, but i can definitely do friday." (one whole week away)
doorman/boy: "No worries, school is pretty busy for me as well."
Me: "So shall we say friday?"
silence. nothing. nada. zip. zilch.
Looks like his backpedal time is equally impeccable: 26 hours.
We went to a bar in the east village that only 25 yr-olds could appreciate. Almost immideiately i fell in love with the cute, sarcastic, fully sleeved tattood doorman/boy (who likely is 25). Then he told me is a grad student in philosphy and i nearly proposed.
This kind of dude is so my type and yet, on a deeper level, i know that this should so not be my type.
I chatted and flirted and he asked for my number. He texted me a few hours later saying it was a pleasure to meet me and asked me out. His follow up time was in less than 24 hours! I began planning our wedding and how i would explain the tattoos to my grandparents.
I responded in the morning and our conversation went something like this:
doorman/boy: "Would you like to get a drink this weekend?"
Me: "I can't do this weekend, but how about next week?"
doorman/boy: "Sure, what day works for you?"
Me: "Work is crazy busy now, but i can definitely do friday." (one whole week away)
doorman/boy: "No worries, school is pretty busy for me as well."
Me: "So shall we say friday?"
silence. nothing. nada. zip. zilch.
Looks like his backpedal time is equally impeccable: 26 hours.