Work stuff BLEW up yesterday and I am finally recovering.
But nobody cares about that - let's talk about the weekend.
Two dates, four hours, one big ass story.
Scientist and I went out from 6-8pm to play games at a fun bar. He is really sweet, very smart, cute, and what I like most - a cat dad. He was flying to DC for work Sunday and in typical scientist form, had to get home early to get ready for his noon flight...
This marks date #3 where we have had ass out hugs and no signs of a kiss. What we do have is our next date planned for when we are both in town.... TopGolf. I figured I might as well soak up all the fun dates since we likely won't be having sex in this century.
Audi had been texting me and asked if I wanted to hangout Saturday as well. Keeping my options open, I said I had a client meeting from 6-8 but would text when I wrapped it up.
I did just that in the parking lot after leaving Scientist and Audi asks if I want to come over and watch a movie.
While I know going over to his house on a second date isn't advisable, I am trying to not take things too seriously and be more go with the flow...plus, he is SO sexy - it's hard to say no.
So fuck it, I say yes.
I get there by 8:30 anddddd Bruce is fucking drunk as a skunk. Legit could barely stand up straight.
Mind you I am sober - Scientist and I kept it PG with two drinks in two hours (shocking, I know - he is vanilla AF).
So I sit down and Audi makes me a drink and then starts fumbling with his phone to get a song on his tv.
"Letssss play a gameeee, you guess the song I play!!"
Well genius...you are typing in the artist and song on youtube which is displayed on your tv so there really isn't much guess work to do here...
"Okay, sure!" (trying my best to be an enthusiastic nice girl)
Mind you, this cocktail he made me is utterly disgusting. All vodka, no soda, can't drink it. Sober sally it is tonight... J O Y.
So then he gets up and says, "let me showwwww you my place!"
He proceeds to stumble around his very pretty downtown loft and show me everything -- we get to the closet and there it is...
THE MOST ORGANIZED OCD CLOSET I HAVE EVER SEEN, EVER.
This guy might be insane. I am praying I don't get chopped up into perfect little bite size pieces because this closet is on a whole different planet of organized.
(Spoiler alert: I don't get chopped up)
but fast forward, he starts kissing me in his kitchen.
Great kisser, even while wasted...typical for this charming, successful, drunk moron.
Thennnn he starts to take off my clothes.
"Audi, I am not sleeping with you - you are so wasted. No."
"Juusttttt take your clothes offfffff, you can't hide that perrfffect body!"
Oh dear lord... how am I going to get out of this?? Think Elle, think.
I decide clothes can come off but I need to get this guy into bed ASAP so I can salvage the rest of my Saturday night.
"I'll take off my clothes but let's move this to your bed."
Happy drunk stumbles into bed and as promised, off go the clothes.
We keep hooking up until I get him into a sleepy state...I whisper to him "let's go to sleep." He turns the lights off, gets comfy, I grab him, kiss him for a really long kiss and then whisper, "but i gotta go!"
He's so chilled out now that he doesn't protest too much - I grab my top from the floor, run down to the kitchen grab my shorts, grab my shoes by the front door, snag my purse and phone, realize I don't have my panties so I gotta quickly search for those and then I JUMP into the hallway of his building to get dressed and GTFO.
The time? 10:30pm.
WHAT A BUST.
He is so sweet, so fucking hot, but succccch a frat boy. My mind is boggled that he is so successful.
So I go hang with my friends on the rooftop of my old building and I look Audi up on LinkedIn on my friends phone.
This guy is the real fucking deal. Tons of reccs, certs, articles, and things pointing to him being very legit in his line of work.
Well shoot...in the town I currently reside in, that is pretty rare...
So I tell a few girlfriends the situation and they agree I should give him one more shot before closing the door for good on drunk surfer boy. (His hair is long right now so he resembles a surfer, maybe we need to rename him...)
I invite him over for dinner tonight and he happily accepts. I ask if he has any dietary restrictions and he replies... "I am severely allergic to cats so no cat meat please."
"Well...I have two...so it was fun while it lasted!"
"No wait, my buddy has cats and I take an allergy pill when I go there."
"I am gonna leave the ball in your court on if you want to see each other again."
"I know I want to see you again, let me take the allergy pill and just see how it goes."
So there you have it...date #3 (even though #2 was definitely not a date). I will say, my expectations are pretty low because he's a clown but he is also very attractive so it's really hard to just write him off after one drunk move. And I have my goal of sex once a week for the rest of the summer so worst case scenario, he can check this week off for me. #savage
Scientist has been keeping me updated on his DC trip and I have a new date with someone whose name I can't remember on Thursday.
Friday I fly to NorCal aka XFactor and Bobby territory and will be there until Tuesday. Unlikely to cause much chaos while I am there, but hey, you never know...
I will write tomorrow to recap whatever happens tonight.