On Valentines Day, I went out with some single girlfriends to have drinks and dance. I got hit on by a charming Brazilian guy, who was all over me. I deflected him all night, but wasn’t able to escape the bar without giving him my number. Unsurprisingly, he never called when I didn’t make out with him the night we met.
Fast forward two months, and I am walking me dog in the neighborhood. A guy walking behind me on the sidewalk says, “Hey, that’s a really beautiful dog.” Low and behold, it’s that same guy. He didn’t recognize me at first, but I did. We walked with me a few blocks, I gave him shit about not calling me, he recalled that he had my number in his phone, and I coyly told him I had to go.
Last night he texted me, and tonight we had drinks. When I showed up on time, he was already seated at a table. Two minutes after I sat down, the waitress delivered his beer (he ordered before I arrived). Five minutes in, he checked a text message. Fifteen minutes in, he literally took an unimportant phone call from a friend.
Whatever, I didn’t expect it to go anywhere and I had no expectations. After a beer I was buzzed enough to not care, enjoy myself and flirt a little. Turns out my car was parked outside his apartment and he offered to show me his place. I KNOW. I KNOW. But we had talked about how difficult it is to get one bedrooms, especially right in town, and he was moving out at the end of the summer. I legitimately wanted to see if his place would be one I’d consider snatching.
As we walked in I said, “I literally just want to check it out. No funny business.”
He of course turned music on right away, and turned back to me to try to put on the moves. I had to politely push him off a few times. I could tell he really expected me to give in if he kept trying. After I said, “I have to go,” he looked like I had just neutered him.
He walked me to my car, and said, “I am going to try and kiss you again.”
It was then a good friend’s word of advice when advising me on dealing with chastity ran through my head:
“You can be a mouth slut. No one ever judges you on the number of people you’ve kissed.”
So we made out. And it was…WOW. As I hopped in my car and drove home, I was beaming ear to ear, and literally laughed out loud. I guess I remembered for a second what it was like to get genuinely attracted to someone. That’s what I want. Only with my soul mate and with someone who is going to help me get the Heaven. This guy is not that guy.
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