Bar room romance

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

It is usually the nights I go out not looking for someone that somehow...some way they stumble into my lap or I fall into theirs. Clever right? I never saw him before and sadly I don't even know how we started talking, who introduced us, or at that point even his name. But I could remember his smile and how engaging it was the first time I saw it.

Speaking of engaging here are a few things that draw my attention and melt my heart...
a great smile
a phillies hat
dimples
nice arms
eyes
glasses
tall guys
currently guys over the age of 27

Back to the guy... who I will fondly call him Mr. Dimples. It was a late night out the girls and I were showing face at our favorite karaoke spot. When somehow above the music and the smoke and the drinking I saw Mr. Dimples and without skipping a beat went to talk to him... in the ever so attractive take me home with your sort of way. I turned around for a brief moment only to see that he was gone... scared away by my drunken friends.

Side note to my friends: you wouldn't scare away the physical therapist butttt you would scare away DIMPLES! okay enough of that I love you friends!

In a basic fit of panic, drunkenness, and because I just wouldn't let him leave... I weaved through the packed bar room to find him leaving. I introduced myself again and so did he... then I kissed him and said I would see him soon.

See him soon? No numbers where exchanged... I barely remembered his name... barely remembered if he was good looking or a figment of my imagination, but somehow I would see him again. I didn't think to much about it... although the encounter made for some pretty interesting stories the next day.

And I wondered... would I ever see him? Only time will tell....

Xoxo
**ME**

Let's get physical, physical!

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

The weekend before my birthday I went out with my bests to our favorite night spot. Equipped with cheap drinks, great friends and of course karaoke. The night set pace...drinks in hand and I was on the prowl. Trying to find a guy at this bar sometimes is like trying to find a needle in a haysack!

My drinks started going down like water. Then I heard an all too familiar voice...a voice with an accent. It was the physical therapist...the creepy european.

"I bought you a drink (insert my name here)"

I hate the way he says my name. He makes it so much more sexual and creepy than it ever ever should be.

Anyway, don't take the drink. That is what I thought and... I took the drink....then I made out with the dirty stalker physical therapist. Well more like Mr. My hands need to feel every inch of your body kissed me....and where were my amazing friends?? Oooo WATCHING!

Why?
"I thought you liked him"
"You seemed into it"
"Didn't want to cockblock you"

I guess the next time I say... This guy is crazy don't let me make out with him...

I should also make a sign...a newspaper article...

Maybe even start a website. Datingsitecreepers dot com and post pictures of them on there!

I love how this non manventure night turned into a stalkventure of a mannightmare!

Xoxo
**ME**

He likes his women like I like my fridays...DRUNK

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

Here is one for you... He had what seemed to be everything I needed... Let's see...

32, A physical therapist, European accent, knowledgeable, world traveler, hiker, and baseball fan...

This date, I was going on before going out with my friends. I safe guarded this date...no longer than an hour an a half, a very public bar, and down the street from my friends...

It started out well...he was well-dressed, bought me my beer, was very engaging in conversation... but was touchy feely. I mean I am ALLLL about the physical contact. It is hot. A little touch leaving the rest up to the imagination. But we were sitting on this couch and as I would move over he would move closer! I NEARLY fell off! I was like really??? CALM DOWN! Now, he is a physical therapist but can't we wait a little before the physical part comes into play? Just a bit?

No, I don't need a back massage or my quad stretched. I mean REALLY! Can I get some breathing room or a tic tac maybe?

Thankfully, the date was over as fast as it started. Then...he asked the question...where are you going out? damn damn damnnnn. Regardless of what I would say I am pretty sure he would find out later. So I told him.


Then as I left I entered him in my phone as:

DO NOT ANSWER! PT

We will see what happens...

Xoxo
**ME**