Could it be?....

...doubt it.

So I met this absolutely fantastic man named Stacey on Match.com on Sunday. I actually signed onto Match to cancel my subscription...which I did. But I figured I have 5 days left before it ends so lets see what one here. By that evening I had many emails in my box, several winks and a few IM's trying to come through. I sifted through the mess and found a few potential doods I thought could be fun to talk with. One I found was Stacey. I go on his page and he's so handsome, funny, to the point. He emailed me I emailed him back and that was that. We exchanged emails for an hour and then moved to IMing. We IMed for hours...he's so funny, charming, really fantastic. I cannot believe I'm making a connection like this in just a few hours. So when signing off for the evening (around 3 am) he asked if I would join him for a cocktail tomorrow (Monday). Um..YES. So I agree to meet him and that's that. We texted back and forth a few times through out the day and then evening came and I'm driving out to see him. I'm so nervous the entire time out...he's quite different from anyone I have been interested in before. First off he's a bit older then me...he's 39 (I'm 26), he's British, he has a big boy job and is successful with it. Driving over I'm pretty sure this isn't going to work out...what on earth does a successful charming good looking man want with a head in the clouds twenty something artist that can barely cover her rent (because she's irresponsible and enjoys shopping far too much).

Okay so I pull up. I text him letting him know I'm there and he comes outside. I sit in my car for a few touching up my makeup and talking myself into going in. So I get out and walk up and he's even more handsome in person. He's so cute, dressed nice, great physique, and sexy as hell accent. (He tells me he about fell over and thought for sure I'd be leaving within an hour) So we go in I order a beer and we start to chat. It's pretty comfortable at first, I mean I still have butterflies and I'm a bit quiet at first but within an hour we are laughing, chatting and having a truly wonderful time. I mean we have so many things in common it's insane. He loves cheesy B horror movies, he's afraid of midgets, he has a dry sarcastic sense of humor, he has an incredible smile, beautiful blue eyes. We just click. I mean seriously how on earth could a man like him and a girl like me have anything to talk about let. We go on and on and on. Before we know it the bar is closing (3 1/2 hours later!). So he walks me to my car and we're saying good night. And he makes the move and kisses me. WOW. I MEAN WOW. I couldn't stop kissing him. Oh the way his lips touched mine...the way he touched me...I'm loosing my mind. So this wonderful fantastic mind blowing kiss lasts an hour. We sat in the parking lot like two teenagers just making out. It was truly the best first kiss I've ever had. So we finally decide it is time to call it a night and we say good night for real.

I make it home and texted him to let him know. He sends a few sweet texts and that was the night. So the next day (yesterday) he flew up to Boston for work. He's going to be there until Friday evening. We texted for a few hours last night. He's really something special. I cannot believe I feel like this for someone so quick. I feel like a little school girl. So we shall see where this goes. He gets back Friday night. We're going to have a movie night at his place. I'm really looking forward to it. So lets see where this goes.

<3

Texting a stranger

So I go out a few weeks ago with my sister, her husband and friends. We get a little shitty at one of my favorite watering holes and I start flirting my ass of (or I've heard). So I wake up the next morning to "Hey Andie I hope you made it home safe. Have a great night. Curtis from the Beer Garten". Huh??? I hadn't a clue who Curtis was or that I had even given my number out. So my sisters husband thinks he's solved the mystery. He's like dood Curtis is the fat kid you were talking to. I was like really the bald one with the beard thing wearing that one shirt. Yeah that's him. I was like really Matt are you sure. He assured me yeah that was him that we talked for a bit and I gave him my number. Okay I thought what the hell let's play. So I text him back. We go back and forth for a few days once or twice a day. Kind of flirting but not over stepping any boundaries. So about a week later I go up to another local favorite Mollys. About an hour after bellying up to the bar guess who walks in. CURTIS! The fat kid from the other bar from last week that I've been texting. So I send him a text "Hey are you at Mollys?". I know he saw me. He looked me right in the face. No answer. :( So as I'm leaving an hour later I text "Boo on you minus 15 points!". I couldn't believe we were in the same bar and neither of us spoke. I saw him looking at his phone so I know he got the text. So the next morning I wake up to a text that says "Hey that's not cool...I was in Tampa last night what's Mollys?". LMFAO...Wait a second...so Curtis isn't the fat kid I thought it was. In fact to this day I have NO IDEA WHO CURTIS IS. We text once a week maybe twice but I haven't a clue who I am texting. Weird.