Charming did a bad, bad thing … February 5, 2006
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Friday afternoon I sent out a text message to select friends informing them that I “required a drink” that night. My friend The Producer, a girl from college I’d been trying to hang out it for weeks, responded that she was game and she would call me after she went to dinner.
So I worked out, cooked dinner and watched TV while prettying myself for the night’s festivities. She texted to meet her at a bar I like around 9:45. Loads of people from her work were there. I don’t know a lot of them personally, but I knew of some of them from being in the same program in college, others I knew from my freelancing days or by reputation because we work in the same industry.
I caught up with The Producer, who is fun to go out with because she’s very talkative and because she has great “going out” manners. She always makes a point to introduce you to people you don’t know and include you in conversations when you’re the “new” person to the group. She’s nice.
She pointed out that one of her coworkers had invited a friend who was new in town to the bar. She motioned to him and said she thought he was cute, if a little short for her (she’s at least 6 feet tall). She went to talk and flirt with him some.
I was introduced to him later. He’s an Engineer, 34, and he just moved here a month or so ago for a new job. He’s cute, tall enough for me (I’m not quite five-eight in flats) and friendly. We hit it off immediately.
Now, I wasn’t trying to scam on a guy The Producer liked since she’d been nice enough to invite me out with her friends. But she only talked to him for a few minutes and, well, we really hit it off. And I DO feel bad that it was so really obvious that we were digging each other, but she was really nice about it and even said that she knew he would be at a certain Super Bowl party on Sunday if I wanted to run into him again. So, I can only assume that she’s not mad at me. (The best thing I think I can do is to e-mail her this week and tell her that I had fun and say that we should do it again and then see what she says.)
So, The Producer left with her roommate and I stayed around with the Engineer and some of the reporters and others who were playing shuffleboard quite intense and competitively. (Of all bar games …)
The conversation flowed smoothly and we both started flirting shamelessly. The casual touching, cute smiles and giggles. I was really happy to have met a nice guy who seemed to like me. We joked about college and he commented on my high-heeled, pointy-toe boots and slyly asked “How high do those go up?” I leaned over and pull the hem of my jeans up above my ankle so he could see that they went up past my ankle, but not to my knee.
“I used to have the tall ones,” I said. “But they are impractical, because I always felt slightly slutty wearing them with a short skirt and they were uncomfortable under jeans. I like the shorter ones.” He just smiled.
So I closed out my tab and as the bar was closing, I followed him to do the same. Standing at the bar, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, resting my hand on his hip so I was close behind him. And he kept checking to make sure I was there, rubbing my leg and teasingly pulling on my jeans. It was just so cute and wonderful that I’m still swooning about it.
He walked me to my car. I didn’t know what to do. I was feeling slightly heady (but not drunk) from the evening and I took some time finding my keys at the bottom of my bag. We had one of those slightly awkward end-of-the-evening talks.
“We should do this again,” I said, giving him an opening to ask for my number.
“We should. I had fun,” he said, seeming very genuine.
And then he raised the stakes.
“So, the bars really close at 2 a.m.? There’s no where else that’s open?” he asked.
“Yep, it’s either ‘Jack and the Box,’ a diner or home,” I said.
He smiled. “Well, I’m not going to Jack and the Box,” he teased.
I giggled and he leaned in and gave me a great (great!) kiss, full on the lips.
My head told me to protest. To push him away, jokingly say that I was a lady. Keep the mystery alive.
But I didn’t. I gave in and kissed him back and it was nice. He slid one hand around my back and another around the nape of neck and into my hair.
He pulled his mouth away. “You know, I have wine at my place,” he whispered.
“I’m sure you do,” I countered, holding firm, but with slightly weakened resolve.
Some drunks walked by and cheered at us, still in our sort-of embrace.
“Shiraz. It’s nothing fancy.”
He kissed me again.
“I want to. I do want to,” I said. “But I shouldn’t. I mean, I’m not 21 anymore …”
He kissed me again.
I pulled away some. “I really should go home.” I tried to be firm, even as I was mentally weighing my options.
He kissed me again and let his lips travel to my neck.
I relented. “Just one glass,” I warned in a whisper.
Oh wow! I’m so excited for you! I hope things go better with this one than they did with relief worker!
I can’t wait to hear what happens next! He sounds very cute and VERY persuasive.
oh man i’m so excited for you… see how sometimes things happen on the days that you “need a drink” haha!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the same thing last night!
Autumn — Thanks. But he hasn’t called yet. And I’m freaking out that he won’t call, because he is a catch and I had a blast with him. It is so hard to strike a balance between going with the moment and leaving enough mystery surrounding yourself to cause him to call. So, you know, fingers crossed.
Lisa — Yes. Cute and persuasive. And still has not yet called. (But I am not obsessing. No no no, I’m not.)
Jo — Yes, and also on days when you haven’t shaved your legs or done proper bikini line maintenance.
Stimulant — Cool! Boys are so incredibly sexy and fun sometimes.
Also, there is a special place in hell for people who post spam comments. (Right next to people who steal your blog’s content and pass it off as their own.)
I love it when your juices are flowing… Writing juices is what I meant.
Damn them for knowing how much the neck kiss gets us! Good for you…now just go with it and have a good time. It’s one of the joys of being in your late 20s, being able to just enjoy the moment instead of obsessing over the details.
A hard learned lesson but one I know I’m glad I did. Good luck!
That need for one drink always gets you in trouble…;-) Just make sure it’s not Tequila…(a hard lesson learned over my weekend.)
This guy sounds interesting and I do hope that you guys exchanged phone numbers!
whoa! steamy post! *VB fans herself*
i wish my weekend was that exciting!!! sometimes you have to just say, F— IT! you know? i agree–these are the kinds of things you gotta do every so often when you are young.
the whole hand on the back of my neck thing would have made me a goner, for sure! how do they know????
i hope he calls, but if he doesn’t, at least you got some good smoochin’!
Did I miss it? What was so bad? And where is the end of the story?
Annnnd then….
Can’t wait to hear the gory details!
I’m liking the cliffhanging ending. Makes us wonder…….hmmmm what DID happen after that one glass!?
Glad you had fun. Give it till Weds to see if he calls. I hate the ‘calling rules’.
Don’t worry Charming, he’ll call. If he doesn’t I say he’s an idiot who deserves to be tracked down and beat upside the head with one of your least fabulous shoes.
Duane — Down Boy! This is why the story ends at the bar and not with the last glass of wine. ;P
agategoddess — Yeah, the neck was a killer. There was NO WAY I was going home after the neck. As soon as he did that, I wanted to be like, “You are such a no good little shit, you know that, right?” He smiled like the cat that ate the canary before he did it too. Boys.
unforgiving bitch — He has my number. Bad tactical move on my part, but I have ways of getting his if necessary.
VB — Sigh. I want more smoochin.
Monica — The bad part was me going to a strange man’s place after the bar closed. It’s hussy-like almost! I feel like I’m a drunk girl at a college dive again! And yes, there’s an ending. There’s always an ending. But it is so much more fun to leave y’all hanging.
BMW — Gory details? What are you insinuating? ;P
CGC — Yeah, I figured Wednesday would be about right. Sigh. I jump each time my phone rings. Maybe if he calls I’ll feel bold enough to continue Friday night’s saga.
Autumn — Oh hell no. My shoes are peace lovin’. And this is a moot point, ’cause he’s gonna call.
Yay for you!
Oh, but bad in a good way!
ooh you leave me hanging on the edge of my seat!!
bluezzzgirl — Only yay if he calls. Which he has not. Yet.
DD — Totally in a good way. A very yummy good way.
Cindy — Yep. I’m a tease. ;P
Finally, you met a guy who likes to kiss…
Whether or not he calls. . .depends on how far you went. And since I don’t know how far you went. . .I can’t give you my professional dating opinion
Good luck! Hope he calls!
This post made me smile from my toes to the roots of my hair for you. Hee. Boys.
Neil — And can he kiss. Oh can he kiss.
Jax peach — I don’t “get another glass of wine” and tell. I am being coy! ;p
Thérèse — Thanks. Yeah. Boys. Can’t live with ‘em, and can’t fathom sleeping with a girl.
Don’t feel bad. Or slutty. I met my current super-serious boyfriend as a one-night stand. And we even both hit on other people that night while we were “together”. Don’t sweat it, sweetie. Work it.
[...] team who stood chatting in the opposing dugout. And, of course, I was horrified to see that it was The Engineer, him of the flirting and the public kissing and the not calling, which was followed by the outright denial that I existed another [...]
[...] Enter The Engineer. Sure, our ill-fated, wine-soaked evening together was, um, two and a half years ago. Or that the last time he blew me off was a year ago. It doesn’t matter – he is friends with the Producer’s friends and I’d rather avoid being stuck in a room with him and a handful of other people when I should be enjoying myself. [...]