It all began innocently enough, one of my best girlfriends had been talking about this guy she knows. Raving about what an amazing, great guy he is. How he deserves a great woman. A woman just like me. Initially I thought that if he's so great then why doesn't he have a girlfriend. That's when she says what I was waiting for "I know if you guys met you would hit it off". Inside I was rolling my eyes as super sarcastic thoughts began to fill my mind. Awkward first date, no conversation, lots of alcohol to ease the pain and eventually the phone call to my friend to ask her how she possibly could have thought that he would be good for me. But again this was my friend, my dear friend who wouldn't steer me wrong. So I agreed to meet him. Thats when she told me "Oh, but he lives in a different state." I look at her and say " Well that was a pointless conversation." She says but he will be in town soon. I say "Ok, we will see if we can make it happen when he is in town."
Months pass, more Months pass, Years pass and suddenly I remember our conversation one day that we are having lunch. I ask "Hey whatever happened to your guy friend that you wanted to hook me up with?" She says " Oh yeah he has a girlfriend." I say "Well good for him!" That was the end of that.
More months pass and I am with my friend and we are planning her big birthday party that is coming up. In between choosing color schemes and seating arrangements she randomly says to me "Hey my guy friend that I told you about is going to come to my party. " Now at this point in time I have been dating someone for a few months and am pretty happy. Things are going surprisingly well and I was going to bring him as my date to her party. So my response is " Thats good, i'll finally be able to put a face to this mysterious guy." That was it. Then we moved on to lipstick options that would match her dress for the party.
The day of the party comes and we are all having a good time. My friend has an amazing set of friends and family and everyone loves to party and take shots. So we were all having a ball. She was busy entertaining so I wasn't able to ask her who was Mystery Man. But I did notice that there was this one particular guy that kept looking at me. He fit the description, but I wasn't sure. Anyway I was there with a date and I shouldn't be worried about that. That being said, I couldn't help but wonder.
A few days after the party I asked her if that was Mystery Man and she said that it was. Again I couldn't help but wonder. He was a handsome guy but no Brad Pitt so it wasn't his looks. But there was something about him that I couldn't shake. I should have ran away at this point and never looked back but, I have never been a logical person when it comes to matters of the heart. You see when someone you haven't even had a real conversation with strikes that sort of impression its like the universe is telling you: STAY AWAY! Kind of like those brightly colored venomous snakes in the jungle.
Another few months go by and in this time I have broken up with the guy I was dating. My friend calls me and tells me that Mystery Man is going to be in town. She is going to have dinner with a group of friends ( including him) and that I should come join them. Initially I don't really want to go but she convinces me. I decide that if I am finally meeting Mystery Man officially then, I might as well put a little effort into it. So I picked out an outfit, made sure my big ass hair was fabulous, and of course had my man magnet shoes on.
I walk into the restaurant and I see him sitting with all the others at the table and conveniently the seat available was the one next to him. I won't bore you with the details but to say that we hit it off was putting it mildly. By the time the appetizer was taken from the table we were finishing each other's sentences. Someone at the table that didn't know either of us even asked if we were dating. We both looked at each other smiled and I said " We haven't decided." This banter continued through dinner and we even shared our entrees with each other. It was strangely familiar and felt comfortable.
After dinner we decided to go to a nearby bar and get some drinks and do a little dancing. When we first got to the bar he was being a bit cold and not saying much to me. Its as if once we left the restaurant we were back to reality and he took a step back to evaluate the situation. I was confused, but at the same time I knew I looked great so i figured if he didn't like me there were about 25 men in there that had their eyes on me since I walked in so I had options.
About an hour passed and he went to get a round of drinks. When he came back I left to powder my nose in the ladies room. When I got back I found out that he spilled my drink. So I told him to get his ass back to the bar and get me another one. ( I can be really bossy sometimes. Its a product of my childhood) When he got back with my fresh drink in hand he seemed more comfortable and started talking to me and then eventually we were dancing. That was how it continued the rest of the night, slowly getting more and more intimate as the liquor flowed and the hours passed.
After 3 bars, who knows how many drinks, and about 5 hours we finally decided to leave. He walked me to my car, and he had that "I really want to kiss you" look in his eyes so I quickly gave him a hug and said goodnight. I don't kiss on the first date. ( well hardly ever)
The part that I have not mentioned is that he has a girlfriend. The same girlfriend that my friend told me about from months past. There is a part of me that is in denial. There is also a part of me that thinks that this is it. One fun night. Nothing really bad happened. No kissing or fluid exchange of any kind so I guess I shouldn't feel badly. It was all innocent enough. Little did I know what was about to happen.
The next day I get a text from my friend asking if its ok if she gives Mystery Man my phone number. I write back " Well it depends, did he ask for it or are you offering the information for free?" Her response is " He asked." So I said " In that case go ahead." About 15 minutes later I get a funny/witty text from Mystery Man which sets off an entire day of texting witty banter back and forth. He says he wants to meet up later and hang out. I was tired I had only a few hours of sleep and had worked a whole shift but I was curious and I wanted to see him again. So I agreed.
We met up that evening, and it was strangely comfortable. I felt like I was talking to an old friend. We spoke about work, life, dreams and aspirations. So this man that I didn't know was not only funny, and kept up with me and my banter but was also intelligent. This is another point where I should have listened to my logical side and ran the other way but I didn't. I stayed and we talked some more. Hours passed like minutes and eventually the restaurant was closing. Not to mention that my parking spot was metered and it was about to run out. But I didn't want to leave. I wanted to spend more time with this man that had intrigued me in a way that very few men had. So I said to him " My meter is about to run out and this place is closing. So if you want to hang out longer I have to go put money in the meter and we have to find another place to go." He said " Well lets go do that." Inside I was jumping up and down like a school girl. But I kept it together on the outside no need for him to know my excitement. We paid for our drinks and then he very naturally grabbed my hand and we went to my car paid the meter and then walked to a nearby bar that was still open. By the way it is 2 a.m. at this point. I had to work the next day but I didn't care.
We sit at the bar and order a round of drinks. More conversation ensues. Now it is getting more intimate. The topics included things like what we want in a partner and how many kids we want when we get married and the fact that I want plastic surgery to put my body back in order after I have babies. somewhere between the plastic surgery and the baby conversation he did what I had been wanting him to do all night. He kissed me. It was soft, it was slow and it was passionate. At that point we had probably been there for about an hour. We were both a bit tipsy. Or really tipsy. The rest of that night was a bit of a blur, but I know that there was more kissing and laughing and intimate conversation. At 4 a.m. we decide to go. He walks me to my car and we kiss again until interrupted by the drunks in the car next to mine. He tells me he wants to see me the next day. I agree.
The next day we had made plans with our mutual friend to go to this club. He picks me up and we go together. We met up with other friends there. Friends that know him, and know his girlfriend and have hung out with them. So I keep my distance and so does he. That lasted all of about 30 minutes. Ok maybe 45. After about shot number three it was all out the window. We had a great night. Again. Danced and drank until the wee hours of the morning. He drives me home and things get hot and heavy in the car for about an hour and a half. He really wants to come up to my apartment. I want him to as well. But I couldn't get past the girlfriend situation. So eventually I went upstairs and sent him on his way home. Before I left he told me he wanted to see me before he left the next day. I agreed and told him to call me when he woke up. At this point it was 7 in the morning.
A few hours later he called me told me he was packing and would be at my apt in about an hour and a half. We decided to go have brunch. I felt like my boyfriend was picking me up. It felt so natural and normal. He picked me up and we went to eat. On the way there we started talking. We spoke of the comfort level we had with each other and how crazy this weekend had been. Then he said to me that I scared him. I asked why? He responded with " You can read me, and you disarm me. I don't like that. Not very many people can do that to me. Somehow you have and in such a short period of time." I didn't know what to say. I liked the idea that I could do that. Its part of what made me feel so connected to him. But apparently he didn't. So I had to ponder that before I decided how I felt about it.
We arrived at brunch and then started to talk about when we were going to see each other again. He went through his schedule and told me he wasn't sure. That obviously did not sit well with me. Then I thought this was hours before he was going to leave and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. We finished brunch, and then walked around arm in arm checking out some local little shops in the neighborhood. Like a couple. It felt natural and comfortable. Not the way in normally does when you have only known someone for 3 days. After a few hours we had to leave because he had a plane to catch. So we drove back to my apt we said goodbye, kissed and he was on his way.
I thought that would be the end of it. I would have a three day affair to remember. Something very special that was mine. I have never had that intense of a connection with someone so quickly and it was difficult to keep myself grounded. To keep myself from floating in the clouds. To stop myself from dreaming of what could be. To keep myself from imagining a future with a man that was taken. That was something I knew the entire time I was doing this with him. Normally that stops me before anything can start. I am not that kind of girl. I believe in karma and I don't like the idea of be "the other woman." There was something there that I could not ignore and that I knew I would always wonder "what if?" If I didn't. So there I was alone again, mind racing, heart falling and yet had nothing tangible to really hold on to. This is not the type of situation I like to get myself in. I like to be in control of my emotions, feelings and actions. But there was something about this man that disarmed me. Disarmed me to the point where I no longer was in control of any of that. Now I was in a place where I didn't know what to do?
To be Continued......
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