The magic question I keep getting via text.
Ummmm....he's good? He set up his hot tub and is quite content?
Okay, okay...where did I leave off?
The past few weeks we've seen a lot of each other and it's been great. He's great, he's fun, he's sarcastic, and I just really enjoy him.
I've been on my tinder hiatus this month and the timing for us to hang out this much, couldn't be better. Especially because I am gone most of February.
Friday night marked a big work anniversary for me as well as the inauguration of a specific dip shit who I will not name. Thus, a day of mixed feelings. I wanted to celebrate but I didn't. Finally, I texted Mia and said, we are getting wasted tonight, end of story.
Mia had a terrible work week and was ready to let loose. Watch out world, Mia and Elle are really good at drinking too many vodka soda limes. So we go to our gym happy hour and never leave. I am harassing Antonio to come to me (he asked me to go to him) and to my surprise, he actually shows up. We've been drinking for hours at this point and even though he said he was coming, I didn't really think he was? Drunk logic I guess?
So because he's fantastic, he buys two bottles of champagne for the table to celebrate my work-versary. More on that later.
He pops up and I introduce him as "the guy I am currently sleeping with" to the table.
Prior to him coming, I mentioned he might show up. Our gay friend asked if he had a big dick to which I exclaimed, "GIANT!!" and that set the tone for the rest of the evening. The entire convo revolved around sex, we saw dick pics of someones boyfriend, Antonio described our handcuff/lingerie rendezvous, we all downed the champagne and apparently - I made out with A in front of everyone. Sorrrrrry Mia....
Stellar moves, Elle. Get me homeeeeee.
We are at a bar that is walking distance to my house yet I guess we ubered? I get home and apparently lock myself in the bathroom to throw up (don't remember this, A informed me in the morning). I apologize for being a drunk skunk and he's really nice about it. At 7am, I'm feeling alive again and decide to jump his bones. We hook up and then he asks me if I have pizza. I go make a pizza (at 7am), leave it out, and crawl back into bed.
Fast forward - we stay in bed talking, kissing, sleeping until 1pm. He hates laying around (I love it) so finally at 1 he hops up to go be a productive member of society and that is that.
I felt bad being that drunk in front of him. I haven't been yet and obv it's a litttttle reckless but hey, it's reality and shit happens.
We've chatted since, all is good on that front. He's outta town for a few days and I'm guessing we will hang when he returns. He's coming to do a workout with me next week (he met my favorite trainer/friend Friday) so we really hyped it up and told him he has to try it.
It's so strange to not have an agenda. I've got this cute, amazing in bed, funny lawyer in my palm and I'm not anxious to ensure no one else snags him. We are both enjoying the single life, enjoying each other and no one is in a mad rush to lock it down into exclusive territory. What world am I living in/this never happens.
That being said, I haven't slept with anyone besides him in awhileeeee. It's cool if he has but right now, my needs are being met and no new dates = no new opportunities to sleep with others. Well, besides Jake who I need to re-plan our painting date with...haven't seen him since NYE...who needs Jake when you've got Antonio? JK Jake, I still love ya.
Anyways, long story short - Antonio is good, things are good, and life is good.
xo xo,
Elle
Ummmm....he's good? He set up his hot tub and is quite content?
Okay, okay...where did I leave off?
The past few weeks we've seen a lot of each other and it's been great. He's great, he's fun, he's sarcastic, and I just really enjoy him.
I've been on my tinder hiatus this month and the timing for us to hang out this much, couldn't be better. Especially because I am gone most of February.
Friday night marked a big work anniversary for me as well as the inauguration of a specific dip shit who I will not name. Thus, a day of mixed feelings. I wanted to celebrate but I didn't. Finally, I texted Mia and said, we are getting wasted tonight, end of story.
Mia had a terrible work week and was ready to let loose. Watch out world, Mia and Elle are really good at drinking too many vodka soda limes. So we go to our gym happy hour and never leave. I am harassing Antonio to come to me (he asked me to go to him) and to my surprise, he actually shows up. We've been drinking for hours at this point and even though he said he was coming, I didn't really think he was? Drunk logic I guess?
So because he's fantastic, he buys two bottles of champagne for the table to celebrate my work-versary. More on that later.
He pops up and I introduce him as "the guy I am currently sleeping with" to the table.
Prior to him coming, I mentioned he might show up. Our gay friend asked if he had a big dick to which I exclaimed, "GIANT!!" and that set the tone for the rest of the evening. The entire convo revolved around sex, we saw dick pics of someones boyfriend, Antonio described our handcuff/lingerie rendezvous, we all downed the champagne and apparently - I made out with A in front of everyone. Sorrrrrry Mia....
Stellar moves, Elle. Get me homeeeeee.
We are at a bar that is walking distance to my house yet I guess we ubered? I get home and apparently lock myself in the bathroom to throw up (don't remember this, A informed me in the morning). I apologize for being a drunk skunk and he's really nice about it. At 7am, I'm feeling alive again and decide to jump his bones. We hook up and then he asks me if I have pizza. I go make a pizza (at 7am), leave it out, and crawl back into bed.
Fast forward - we stay in bed talking, kissing, sleeping until 1pm. He hates laying around (I love it) so finally at 1 he hops up to go be a productive member of society and that is that.
I felt bad being that drunk in front of him. I haven't been yet and obv it's a litttttle reckless but hey, it's reality and shit happens.
We've chatted since, all is good on that front. He's outta town for a few days and I'm guessing we will hang when he returns. He's coming to do a workout with me next week (he met my favorite trainer/friend Friday) so we really hyped it up and told him he has to try it.
It's so strange to not have an agenda. I've got this cute, amazing in bed, funny lawyer in my palm and I'm not anxious to ensure no one else snags him. We are both enjoying the single life, enjoying each other and no one is in a mad rush to lock it down into exclusive territory. What world am I living in/this never happens.
That being said, I haven't slept with anyone besides him in awhileeeee. It's cool if he has but right now, my needs are being met and no new dates = no new opportunities to sleep with others. Well, besides Jake who I need to re-plan our painting date with...haven't seen him since NYE...who needs Jake when you've got Antonio? JK Jake, I still love ya.
Anyways, long story short - Antonio is good, things are good, and life is good.
xo xo,
Elle
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