Monday, August 10, 2009

Love Story, Part 2.

On Wednesday, two days after I met bouncer boy, I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize. Normally I do not answer when I don't know who it is, but I was in the middle of preparing for "The Bachelor" with a friend of mine and didn't pay any attention to what was going on.

"Hi.. it's Bouncer Boy. From the bar? I wondered if you wanted to hang out tonight. I know it's late notice, but I thought I'd see if you were free."

Unfortunately, I had a prior commitment-- Hello? "The Bachelor"? I had to decline, but informed him I would be going out to another bar the next night to celebrate a 21st birthday, so if he wanted to go up there, I would love to see him and if he wasn't able to make it, maybe we could meet up this weekend.

I was pretty certain he wouldn't show up the next night, as that was totally my luck with guys. As I was walking in, after waiting in line for a while in the rain, I saw him turn and wave. I'm pretty sure he may have taken my breath away because a) there was not an empty table in sight and b) I didn't recognize anyone at the bar. Immediately relieved, I played it cool and walked over to say hello. He quietly said, "Where are your friends?" Panicked, I said.. "I'm not sure where they are celebrating.. I hope they didn't leave without telling me!" He immediately reassured me that there was an upstairs and it was very likely that was where they were hanging out, as the basement was more of a lounge, not the bar.

He asked me what I was drinking, grabbed me a drink, and invited me to sit down. I politely declined, saying I wanted to find my friends first. As soon as I got upstairs, I found my friends and saw they were all paying and getting ready to leave. I was a little disappointed, as I just got there, but decided I would politely decline their invite to walk to the next bar because I had to work early the next morning (and I was secretly excited about the boy downstairs... and I'll be honest.. I didn't want to walk in the rain!).

As I headed downstairs, I saw bouncer boy smiling and chatting with his friends. I walked up and told him my friends were leaving. Looking a little disappointed, he asked me if that meant I was leaving, too? I told him about working early and said I would probably only be good for one more drink before heading home, so it really wasn't worth walking to the next bar. Thankfully, one of my friends was going to stay with me and the boys because she, too, had to get up early.

That night, during conversation, he put his hand on my leg. I immediately remember thinking, "How forward of him! But... I kind of like it. In fact, I don't mind it at all..."

A little while later, I looked at my phone and noticed it was after midnight. I informed bouncer boy and his friends that I was going to head out. Bouncer boy offered to walk me out to my car and on the way, he told me his plans for the weekend and hoped that he could see me soon.

To Be Continued...


Lil' Woman said...

Sometimes having to work isnt such a drag ; ) lol

Annie said...

sounds like the beginning of something steamy....i hope things work out how you want them to! ;)

Katie said...

Was I there that night? I remember a night with you guys in the loungey bar but maybe that was later. Hmm.
P.S. that bar is now painted college yellow, ick!

Mom said...

Hey, hey, hey! Wait just a darned minute here! Are you telling me that my now son-in-law put his hand on your leg before even a real first date??? Do his parents read this blog to know what kind of a son they raised? Oh yeah, if your beother reads it, he'd only be proud of him! : ) Love ya, SIL!!