The super hung Irish guy that I didn't end up sleeping with called me last week, left a message that he wanted to see me, but then I haven't heard from him since. I have even spoke to his friend who said that they have hung out a few times in the last week so I know he's in town. Damn. His friend told me that he'd put in a word for me and I thanked him. I told him that it would be cool if he called and if not, well it's his loss. The friend sweetly agreed.
Once again, man appears, man disappears...
A few days ago I met this really cute bartender who sat in my bar and we seemed to have this chemistry. So much so that my waitresses commented on it. Well he sat with his group for a drink or two then before he walked out, he made a point to walk up to the bar and say goodbye to me, gave me the card for his place, told me the days he worked and asked me to drop by. So last night I did. I stopped by my bar beforehand to get a free drink in and ran into the guy I went out on the date with a while ago--you know, the shorter one. So he and I had a drink at my place and then he tagged along with me to the other place where the good looking guys works. I was kind of happy that I had a tag along, as I really wasn't feeling like sitting in there alone. So on we go, and the whole time I'm in there with my guy, the good looking guy keeps stopping over and chatting a bit, and again, the chemistry is so obvious that my guy keeps telling me that the guy totally wants me. He felt like he himself was in the way and also had to get up in the morning, so he took off. I sat there for one more beer by myself before leaving in the hopes that the good looking guy would chat with me a bit. He didn't. And in fact, I realised that for a bit before my guy left, he stopped coming over and flirting. Then I realised why. He was sitting at the end of the bar (in a position, mind you, to still keep an eye on me) talking to this girl who looked kind of familiar...kind of like the girl that was with him the night that he sat in my bar. The same girl that I wondered the first time if she was his girlfriend, and lo and behold, it was confirmed there at his bar. She was his girlfriend. Damn. I can't say I wasn't aggravated about the situation, but as I write this, I realise that he couldn't help having a girlfriend when he and I happened to have crossed paths. Double damn.
Now I am not a believer in leaving a lover for someone else, thus I cannot pursue anything further with this guy who, by all accounts, has a chemistry with me that is undeniable. I would not want to be the girl to chase a guy who has a girlfriend and try to make him leave her, creating a myriad of dramas that I just care not to be involved with. I don't care how many sparks he makes fly for me, I am not that kind of girl...
...which leads me to believe that is why I am still single after all this time. I'm a good girl who doesn't play games and I get left by the wayside over and over again in this stupid arena. And as much as it sucks to watch vapid, evil, superficial girls get most of the men, I still hold on to my ideals. And sure they don't keep me warm at night, but they sure as hell let me sleep well.
OK, stepping off the soapbox now.
We had our holiday party this past Monday at work. It was cool. However, it started to die out early, at about one and by two a whole group of us decided on going to another bar that we knew would still be open. So off we went, to drink some more. When we get there, there are these three guys sitting a the bar already hammered, and one of them took a liking to me. He was really cute, shorter than me (are there any men left in New York City over 5'8"??), and Irish, with the accent and all. We chatted a bit, and while he was talking to me at one point, I just pushed my face right into his and kissed him...in front of my friends!! I normally like to kiss a man in a more private setting, but that night I just threw caution to the wind and stole a kiss. Then at that point, he asks if I'm coming back to his place with him and I agreed to go. Then off we went.
Longer story short, and to cut to the good part, we are fooling around in his bed and things are getting a bit heated. So I stopped for a second and asked him if he had a condom. Would you believe this dude was like, "I don't know. Look on the shelf above for one."
That's when I knew he probably didn't have one. Because if he did, he would have gone straight for it. But he had me look, perhaps in the hopes that I felt I gave it a try and would decide to throw caution to the wind and just do it anyway. Not a chance.
So anyway, I get up, look around on the shelf and just confirm to myself that he didn't have one. But then I saw a wrapper under a paper and I grabbed it.
Oh my god, can I just tell you that it was already empty?!?! My first thought was, "Oh, I guess I'm the second girl this week or so that's been here with him." And as I was pondering that thought, I realised that the brand that it was was the Magnum.
FUCK!!!
Needless to say, I kind of wished that we could do it, but felt that I was better off not having done it at all. Because it seems lately that fate his it in store for me that I hold off for some reason. And I'm thinking that the reason is that something really good is to come along.
The Irish guy did make me coffee in the morning and we traded numbers making plans to go out to dinner next week. Hmm...we'll see how that turns out...
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