Cyrus, 36, 5'7(i know, i know), has job, palestinian/greek, great in bed, & best kisser legitimately ever.
So I wasn't too excited for this one... we barely spoke on tinder and when he asked me out, I legit knew nothing about him besides that he plays hockey which is my favorite sport. I said yes because he was hot and I needed to start somewhere.
We meet at this cute wine bar in between our houses...I walk in and am pleasantly surprised that he's dressed casual cute, and looks like his photos. He gets up to give me a hug and I realize we are basically the same height...Ugh, i was really trying to be more shallow this time around but whatever, I'm already here so let's do this.
We order a bottle of wine and start chatting...turns out we have 2902498490478 in common - including weird stuff like driving the EXACT same car...same year, model, etc. So we had lots of wine, some food and closed out the wine bar at 12:30pm...mind you, the date began at 7:30pm...time literally flew by.
So I offer to drive him home because I drove and he ubered. That's when we discovered we drive the same car. We get to his place, he invites me in for a drink and I decide, why the hell not.
He lives alone, has a massive apartment that's well put together, so far, so good. He makes me my favoriteeeee, dirty martini and we go sit on his deck & listen to music.
Convo gets deep again and after much ado, he pulls my chair next to his, grabs my head and kisses me.
Guys, this kiss was INSANE. Like I have never felt so connected and turned on so fast, EVER. He's doing all the right things, touching all the right places, we stand up, stumble inside to his room, he pushes me on the bed and there is only one direction left for this to go.
Not mad at it...
Things get HOT, clothes come off, & you can imagine the rest...
It was amazing. Not the BEST I've ever had but realllllly good for a guy I met at 7:30pm.
This also marks my first tinder hookup. Lemme check that box off with a smiley face.
We proceed to repeat the above ^ all over again and finally afterwards, lay there kissing and talking. I ask if we should just leave this as the perfect one night stand it could be or if we should see each other again.
He votes to see each other again and keeps kissing me. Finally around 1:30am I get my clothes back on and he walks me out. We get to my car, he pushes me up against it, slides my dress up, hand on my back and boom, we are 3 seconds away from round 3...
We hadn't exchanged numbers which is hilarious because I hate giving tinder toads my # until I've met them and determined they should have it - he is the EXACT same way. So I gave him my number, he texted me immediately and that was that.
Pretty perfect way to get back in the sack/swing of things.
1. we both went in with zero expectations - he expected to hate me because he assumed I was a prissy persian princess
2. he was an awesome hook up, just what i needed after feeling sad and shitty all day
3. if he never contacts me again...first off, that'll definitely be his loss but secondly, thats OK because he served his purpose in showing me that a guy who has his life together can be attractive and awesome physically...so you don't really have to sacrifice.
Tonight I am hitting a happy hour with my girls where this guy from my gym will be...he's been trying to mack on me since I first met him, we matched on tinder, he got my number and just added me on FB today... so let's see how that pans out. For now, his name is OTFBro.
Tomorrow I'll see Jake again. I'm glad I pushed him off since Monday...didn't get too caught up and thus cancel my date with sexpot Cyrus.
SO cheers to the fucking weeeeekend! Gimme the drinks, boys, and FUN!