honeychile007

So i went out on a bonafide date last night. It was with one of the guys from my bar. It was so nice to just have to show up and look pretty. He picked me up, paid for everything and opened my doors. It had been a long time since i had had that. We ate Tibetan food, and then went to Citywalk-which is very different than i remember it. To be honest, i wasn't very excited about the date. But i had a better time than i had expected. Which is better than being disappointed. I even agreed to another date, just not right away.

And i've been talking to the amazing guy a lot over the last few days. And the other night he was plastered and singing to me. Singing like he truly believed he was Axl Rose, Chris Cornell, and Robert Plant, with a back up band, at a sold out show at the Collosium. It was incredibly entertaining. And before we got off the phone at 3am, i asked if he was going to sing again. And he did. He sang Goodnight Sweetheart-that song they sing in Three Men And A Little Baby. And he sang it so well! Like my pajama pants just started disintgrating right off me. And you think i'm exaggerating, but when i got up in the morning to pee, my pants had actually come apart, a lot, down on of the seams.

And the guy who was finally got me naked after much trying, has not called since. Normally i'd been all girl about it, but i have enough other distractions. Plus, it was a really good shag, and i needed that If he calls again we'll do it again, if not, then i'm sure i won't have a hard tiem finding a replacement