I asked if he had plans on a set date and time and asked if he'd be interested in going to the driving range (he mentioned being a golfer on date 1; yes, on the checklist). He responded in less than 10min saying that sounded delightful. Now I was really mad! He made me make that move when he wanted to go out with me all along? Maybe he didn't want to go out with me per say, just wanted to go to the range. Either way, I was looking forward to seeing him.
Fast forward to the day before the date and a very long concert day fueled by overpriced, oversized adult beverages. I woke up with a killer hangover. I pushed the date back an hour and debated cancelling.
For those who know me, I get life and body debilitating hangovers. Any movement is a struggle and physical activity would be out of the question.
I manned up and got my shit together enough to look cute and attempt to golf. He greeted me with a quick kiss and we fell right into the chemistry we left at date 1. Maybe this was worth the struggle? He boldly proceeded to correct my swing which I found equally annoying and endearing while I told him to "shut the eff up". I'm sassy when I'm hungover.
He wasn't a bad golfer (quite good actually) which I found extremely sexy. I even mentioned that a hitting a beautiful golf shot is one of the sexiest things a man can do. This is a fact. By the time we finished our bucket, I was more than ready for a beer.
We headed to the outdoor bar and sidled up with a very engaging bartender. My hangover plus one beer had the shampoo in full effect so any filter I might have had already went out the window. Yes, I DO have an occasional filter. We had a great time chatting back and forth and he kept touching my knee (which I did enjoy). Maybe it was the alcohol or the level of comfort, but I found him more and more attractive as the date went on. And then it hit me. He looks like someone famous.
Who you ask? Well, I made the mistake of telling him exactly who I thought he looked like and his response was, yeah, I've gotten that a lot.
Bradley fucking Cooper. Like BC in American Sniper with the sexy beard. Sadly, he does not have the accompanying muscles. Once that statement came out of my mouth, he got increasingly sexier. I mean if you think Bradley Cooper is sexy. He's not for me personally, but some people might be into that thing.
Then I had a second beer and felt even sassier than usual. He asked me if I liked such-and-such food and suggested we should get that sometime. I looked at him deadpan and asked if he was actually asking me on a date because I had to make the move after date 1. Now I wanted answers, damnit.
He told me that because he didn't meet the checklist, he wasn't sure I wanted to see him again. I then recapped the fun date and asked if he thought we each enjoyed ourselves. (yes, of course). He mentioned that I didn't really kiss him goodnight to which I replied that I wasn't about to make out with him in the middle of the street! Peanut gallery: keep your comments to yourselves.
After the date, he did walk me to my car and we had a public appropriate kiss goodbye (no tongue). At least on this date, we were already planning date 3 and I felt confident that I'd hear from him again.
We headed to the outdoor bar and sidled up with a very engaging bartender. My hangover plus one beer had the shampoo in full effect so any filter I might have had already went out the window. Yes, I DO have an occasional filter. We had a great time chatting back and forth and he kept touching my knee (which I did enjoy). Maybe it was the alcohol or the level of comfort, but I found him more and more attractive as the date went on. And then it hit me. He looks like someone famous.
Who you ask? Well, I made the mistake of telling him exactly who I thought he looked like and his response was, yeah, I've gotten that a lot.
Bradley fucking Cooper. Like BC in American Sniper with the sexy beard. Sadly, he does not have the accompanying muscles. Once that statement came out of my mouth, he got increasingly sexier. I mean if you think Bradley Cooper is sexy. He's not for me personally, but some people might be into that thing.
Then I had a second beer and felt even sassier than usual. He asked me if I liked such-and-such food and suggested we should get that sometime. I looked at him deadpan and asked if he was actually asking me on a date because I had to make the move after date 1. Now I wanted answers, damnit.
He told me that because he didn't meet the checklist, he wasn't sure I wanted to see him again. I then recapped the fun date and asked if he thought we each enjoyed ourselves. (yes, of course). He mentioned that I didn't really kiss him goodnight to which I replied that I wasn't about to make out with him in the middle of the street! Peanut gallery: keep your comments to yourselves.
After the date, he did walk me to my car and we had a public appropriate kiss goodbye (no tongue). At least on this date, we were already planning date 3 and I felt confident that I'd hear from him again.
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