i’ve known vegas for almost a year now, and nothing has progressed until recently.
so, vegas got my number from wesley. i never gave it to him, but he never asked either. vegas wanted to meet up with us for wesley’s birthday and i was doing the planning. i chastised brad for giving out my number, i would never give a friend’s number out without their permission…but anyway, that is how he got my number and from that incident spawned a gross amount of texts.
we flirt, text each other and email probably at least 10 times a day. every day. we talk about the people we are dating…i actually give his girls nicknames too. he is currently juggling “the barber” and “piper.”
mostly we make fun of each other, but there is always a flirty tone. he says things like “can i say yes to you?” and when i was sick, he offered to bring me soup and i said “ugh, no, i am a mess and sound like an 80 year old man with emphysema” and he says “that is what i’m into! hot!” he is really funny, and i enjoy his company.
we do this texting/emailing thing exclusively. he never calls me, i never call him. well the first time he called when he was in vegas with 3 of his buddies and it was memorial day weekend. he actually said “come with me” when he told me about the vegas trip…and i considered it. he is drunk. really drunk. and he calls and is flirting and telling me about pete rose, and i was out of town and visiting a friend and we had been on the beach and drinking for hours. anyway, since then we talk occasionally on the phone.
it is kind of an interesting balance of friendship and flirting. there have been times when i was sure that he was asking me out, but then he would cancel or rescind the invite before i could say “yes” or “no.” we go out mostly with mutual friends, watch some football together, and a few weeks ago he asked me to have a beer with him. it is just him and me. first time we’ve ever done something alone. well, without our friends around. and it is good. i have a beer, he orders quesadillas. we chat, for about an hour, it is nice, easy, we laugh a lot. we are there for about an hour, then we go our separate ways.
then i go over there this past sunday to watch the last game at yankee stadium and then “the replacements” until 2am. he walks me to my car, tells me he wants to taste some of my famous quesadillas and i say “well, i’d invite you over, but you’ll probably just cancel anyway.” and he says “no, this week, wednesday.” and i say “but we have that thing on wednesday,” and he says “no we don’t, we’re having dinner.” i agree, get in my car and wonder how that happened.
i love when guys have enough confidence to assume that you will go along with what they say. i don’t want it to seem that i like people telling me what to do, that isn’t it. but he’s come up to me while we were out and said “let’s get out of here, let’s just go.” and i would’ve if i didn’t have someone there who was counting on me for a ride. he can be quiet, but he’s confident and nice.
he talks about family and the people he loves with such fondness. he says things like “i’ll probably stop following the yankees in a few years when all my guys retire, and then i’ll follow them again when my kids take an interest.” i get the distinct impression that he is looking for “the one,” and i don’t know if i can be that for anyone.
he is coming over wed for dinner, he’s confirmed it. i don’t even know if it is a date, but i kinda think it is. it is dinner and just the two of us. we’ll see.
**in other news, i think i’m done with bob. i’ve thought about it all ways, and i don’t think i want the stress of it anymore. bob asked me if he was gonna see me on wed and i said “i don’t think so, i’ve got a thing.” and he says “who’s the lucky guy?” oops. he’s figured out my lingo? how did that happen? i mean, it is no secret i’ve been dating other people. he’s the one who made it clear that he doesn’t want to continue things. but, i guess it came down to seeing vegas or seeing him and i chose vegas, and it actually sounded like he was sad about it.
