Yes, he is HOT

I didn't sleep on Thursday night and had an impossible time working on Friday. I was nervous. Not nervous, as in scared for my safety, but nervous that about meeting someone new. It had been so long for me.

After work, I rushed to Shelly's house. We went to a pre-drink venue because I feared that I would be unable to look Jew Boy in the eye without a few drinks in me. As we drank, I became obsessively insane. At one point, Shelly looked at me and said that she was going to go sit at another table because she was unsure who I was at that moment. I was talking nonstop and making no sense with any words. It was a pure out of body experience.

With a few in the bloodstream, I called Jew Boy to let him know that I was in town and awaiting our meeting. He was at home having a drink himself, so he seemed relatively calm. In my current chaotic state, his composure made me even more nervous. I got the impression that he had done this before! I chugged beer and smoked an insane number of cigarettes before he arrived.

We were sitting outside on the deck and I unfortunately had my back to him as he approached. I had to get the download from Shelly on what he looked like. Her words were, "Yeah I think that is him. He is hot. Oh yes, that is for sure him because he is coming this way. He looks just like his pictures and yes, he is hot." Holy shit, I thought I was going to die.

As he stood next to me and said hello, I hugged him and said that it was nice to finally meet him. It was a bit of an awkward moment, because I did know him by pictures, email and phone, just had never seen him in the "real". And YES, he was very good looking. He looked a bit different to me than in his photographs because I had looked at them 100 times before this meeting. This allowed my mind to fill in where the photos left out, which created a bit of a different image than what I was seeing in person. His features were much more defined than I thought. At first glance, I was attracted to him.

We decided to stay and have a drink before going to the concert. Red flag number one came when he ordered a scotch on the rocks with a twist of lemon. Serious as shit! Who orders this drink except old men golfers, with plaid pants, while sitting in their uppity country clubs? Shelly noticed his weird drink request and shot me a "this is never going to work" look.

Shelly knew how nervous I was, so she lead into the conversations (love her for this). It was small talk but overall, the initial meeting went well. I did notice that he talked much less in person than he did on the phone. Maybe it was because he was a little nervous himself, when he saw my insane good looks! Whatever the reason, this was a good thing.

We made our way to the concert. Jew Boy paid my way in and for all of my drinks. Being new to the dating scene, this was a perk that I had forgotten about. We talked, I sang. We laughed and did a bit of touching. Nothing big, but I could tell he was into me. He did tell me that I was much better looking than in my pictures, so he was a bit overwhelmed when he saw me.

By the end of the night we were both getting drunk, so we ended up on the dance floor singing and dancing. He was not all over me, which I am sure took some restraint, but he did like to touch. I have always liked a little PDA! I was still a bit overwhelmed by the entire night and how well it had gone. I certainly did not expect for him to be grinding with me, wanting me to be his next wet dream. It felt very good after everything I had been through.

At closing, he told me he had a great time, but did not want it to end just yet. He invited me over to his house. I think he meant me, and just me, riding with him. No Shelly. My drunkin' state wanted to say sure, but I quickly snapped back to reality. I told him that after we took Shelly's semi-date home "we" would stop by for another drink.