My weekend was rather... er... interesting. And of course, it's all centered around a boy.
I went out on Thursday night to meet my friend that's moving away. I picked him up after my workout, and we went to our usual haunts. Shortly after arriving, this guy walks up to my friend, and they start chatting. I get introduced, and this guy is rather cute, but I immediately think he's this little pretty boy. As is our usual, my friend begins to wander around, coming back to chat every now and then. This leaves me alone with pretty boy. (Hrmmm... I don't like the moniker pretty boy, so let's just call him LA boy, cuz he's from LA).
So we chat, and he's a funny guy, really personable, and a player. Totally a player. And he tries to start playing me, trying to get at my goods. I decide to have some fun.
I turn into a tease. Talking about how I'm a yoga teacher, about my nice, big, firm, round ass, etc. He starts to get a little... uh... excited. Noticeably. I immediately switch topics to the game on the big screen tv. I do things like this all night long. I figured he get tired of trying to work me over, but he sticks by my side all night long.
Now since this is a school night, I make it an early night (unlike Tuesday). I finish my drink, and start to say my goodbyes. LA boy then asks me out for dinner on Saturday night.
wha... Wha.... What?!?!
He must have seen the shock on my face, because he looks me square in the eye and says, "I'm asking you out as the real me. Not vacation me."
Sounds like a player line to me, but I say sure. I've had a good time hanging out with him thus far, so why not. Also, he does have this sweet streak that I was able to see on a couple of occasions.
Saturday comes around, and we make plans to meet up downtown for dinner (he's staying with friends a little outside of town). Now I must say that I do expect to sleep with him after everything is all said and done. While I see him as a sort of player, it doesn't mean that he's not totally cute and TOTALLY fuckable. In fact, I refer to this date to my friends as a "prelude to a fuck." In all honesty, I don't really expect anything else.
We meet up and head to this new Italian restaurant downtown. We're seated at a cozy little table outside, and commence to have a great dinner. Conversation flows easily. We laugh, we share. It's actually very nice. He orders creme brulee for dessert. He lets me break the sugar-shell first. This is a big thing for me.... I HAVE to be the first to break into it. It's like I'm breaking into a safe to get at all the sweet, delicious goodness.
We then head to meet up with some friends of his for drinks. These friends are the reason he's in town, as they're here visiting family, and he's here to see them. They're great. We have a wonderful time laughing, joking, regaling each other with stories. And LA boy and I just sort of click. We may not be talking to eachother, but we're connected in some way. It's slightly silly as I think about it, but it was really nice. At times, we would hold hands, pinky style (you lazily hook your pinky fingers together), or he might hook a couple of fingers in my back pocket, or vice versa. Additionally, his friends make comments to me that make me wonder what he's told them about me. Comments like "he's a really sweet guy," "he's a great person, he'll treat you right," and "he's a little cautious, as he's been hurt before, but once you get inside, he'll stick by you."
At some point, we decide that it's time to head out and take care of business. During the evening, I learned that he as an 8am flight back home, and as such, we head back to his friend's house so he could grab his stuff in the morning (He had asked them if it was ok to take me back there, and they agreed. They apparently thought I was charming and were happy to host our carnal liaison). I'll spare the details, except to say "wow."
The alarm goes off at 6:30am. We take care of business again. We shower. He gets all his things together so I can drive him to the airport. It's a sleepy drive over to ABIA, and he's resting his head against my shoulder. He murmers that he had a great time hanging out with me. I agree. He laments that we live in different cities.
WTF?!?!?!?!
I concur, saying that he's a really cool guy. Secretly I'm wondering if this is part of his player act. Or maybe I got him all wrong from the beginning.
He states that he wants me to come and visit him in LA. "Oh, you say that to all the boys," I reply. Which is true. He told me the night before that he tends to simply tell people that they should come and visit.
He sits up and looks at me. *Shock* "But I mean this. This is the true me asking you. I want you to come visit me," he says. I say I will. He puts his head back on my shoulder and we have a lazy conversation the rest of the way to the airport.
I drop him off, we have a cute little kissy-kissy good-bye, and I drive away. We exchange a few text messages while I'm driving home. One of his:
"I had a great time with you. It sucks that you live in Austin. Come see me soon... and yes, I mean that."
Is that the end? No.
He calls me when he gets home. In one of his first sentences, he inquires if I've booked my flight yet. I haven't.
He calls me after he gets off work last night. We chat for a long time. In the conversation, I say something without revealing the full truth (it's nothing major... just one of those geeky little secret loves that we all have. A tv show you don't want others to know you watch, a song you secretly dance to, etc.) He calls me on it. He says "I can always tell when there's something more you're not saying." I think about that for a bit, and it's true. It's all been innocuous stuff, just like this. A stupid little secret, a dorky past-time you're afraid to reveal too early. But for whatever reason I'm hesitant to reveal some of those little details. I beg off for bed, we say our goodbyes, and he tells me to call him "whenever." I can hear the attempt at casualnes in his voice.
I'm pensive. Am I being too cynical? Am I letting myself be confused by the ultimate player? I expected nothing from this, and now I'm unsure.
Don't get me wrong. I have no delusions about the prospects of someone who lives half-way across the country. He's just got me thinking.
