Ok. Rewind to blogger meeting last Wednesday. It wasn’t just a kiss. Well, it was, but now we had a date today. There have been phone calls and some really hilarious text messages. Past performance in dating does not guarantee future results in dating. I shouldn’t have been so quick to say “I swapped spit with someone” so casually because this is gaining some momentum. The kiss was good. But, I want more. I want to do very bad things to him as he is incredibly good looking, free-spirited and funny. So funny. I look at him and instantly have dirty thoughts. Now would be a good time to remind one and all of my secret wish to be a stripper. In the spirit of revealing myself, I toss to you, symbolically of course, my bra and panties.
It was the bartender.
I foresee bad things as blogger meetings progress. Why am I crapping where I eat again? This is the stupidity equivalent to my dating the motorcycle instructor before the test, to my dating my R.A. in college and having to pass his door when I was sneaking home with someone else, to my dating the construction manager at a job in Maryland and putting myself in a massively awkward position in many capacities. I am dating the bartender at a venue that I will not be able to avoid in the future. I’m an idiot.
But, these are things I wasn’t thinking about when we were walking around the zoo today, eating on U street, or rolling around on my couch.
Obviously, he knows about and already read the blog, because well, he’s the bartender at a place that hosts the blogger meetings. I will continue to follow my tradition of not censoring myself. It just means that he can read everything that is written about him – or anyone else for that fact. And I’m okay with that right now.