After the boy became handsome, I wanted to talk to him all the time. He was traveling yet again and I offered to pick him up from the airport. My friends were all too curious as to why I was flying a booty call into town because NO ONE gets picked up from the airport. Except my mom. I had to clarify that this guy I was dating was coming back into town and that I was picking him up.
Again, the disbelief. You must really like this guy, they said.
In the four days he was gone, I missed him a ton. I let him interrupt my sleep with drunk dials hoping he'd profess his love. When I picked him up, I brought an arsenal of snacks and he brought me the most amazing bottle of pinot from Oregon. Alright, this kid knows the way to my heart. We had a real thai dinner (I took him to the right part of Chicago for that) and enjoyed each others company alcohol-free. We then went back to my house and continued talking well past midnight.
The next day a friend hosted a BBQ and I extended the invite; he'd be meeting two of my close friends. Fortunately, he took to backyard games like a frat boy takes to beer pong. So much so that this semi-athletic guy kept kicking my ass in every game. No, I'm not competitive. He fit in seamlessly and entertained conversations with guests. We shared some brews while he continued to dominate lawn games and I was secretly proud that he was a ringer. Ha- the little things.
The next day (three days in a row, people), I invited him to a Cubs game with the same friends. First off, he was more than happy to attend a baseball game with three women. That in itself is impressive. On top of that, he insisted on buying all the beers for me and my girlfriends. While on a beer run, I asked my friends for their honest opinion to which they responded with a resounding, "we love him." Yes, you can win over my friends with beer. That plus a gregarious personality and the ability to have fun in any situation. In spite of the cubbies performance, I was having the best time ever. He joked that he liked me better after a beer or two because I became sweeter person. Ha- he probably has a point. We used a friend's connection to get on the field after the game and I think I scored him some bragging rights. I was even more than happy to take photos with him! I'd be hard-pressed to find a picture with any of the guys I've dated in the last 5 years; no one made it near that point.
It was pretty clear that I didn't want to go on a date with anyone else and later that evening, we mutually deleted our dating apps. I can feel myself getting sentimental and losing my edge. While I want to continue this blog, it might get all sappy. I'd love to hear from you. Should I keep writing? And yes, he knows about it.
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