First off, before I share this story, I need to get this off my chest. He drives me crazy! Up the wall! He keeps me on my toes and he is literally the only guy I have ever dated that can make me speechless. I truly am never at a loss for words, yet he can stop me in my tracks. Crap.
Okay, okay, okay, I'm getting to the story now. Well, as we all know, it's Monday. Meaning, we just ended the weekend. Meaning, some people like to go out and have a good time. Well, pyrex boy found himself in my neck of the woods after deciding to nix a trip to Chi-town because of crappy weather. In my head, I want to think that he decided this, but as he described it, he was only the passenger in the car and he didn't make this decision. To this, I claim, falso! Or, at least, I wish... Thoughts?
He and his friend drove to EL to visit another friend that lives and works here. Hint, his friend is a bartender at the Riv. Can anyone say FREE DRINKS?!? Anyway, after arriving in EL, he sends me a rather non-surprising text message, "Your Spartans aren't looking too great" followed by, "I'm in EL btw." Smooth real smooth. Yep, those 2 text messages got my heart racing! So, he invited me out to the Riv, but my pride held me back. He had blown me off for the last couple times that we were supposed to meet, and I wasn't about to let that go, so I told him that I might make it out. I didn't. I went home, showered and climbed into bed at around 1 am. Yep, he sends me a text right as I'm climbing into bed. Well, actually 2, the other one was sent while I was in the shower.
He asked if I was asleep and I responded with "nope." Yeah, I'm that smooth. Not. I then asked him what was up and he responded with, "Figuring out where to sleep." Once again, heart racing, palms sweaty. In my head, I'm thinking, "no, no, no. Don't give in!" buuuut my heart was screaming, "oh hells yeah!" Yep, I'm a girl...
I told him he was welcome here, and he said he needed a ride. No problem, I have a car. I told him that I could pick he and his buddy up, and he said that his buddy didn't need a place to crash, just him. Yeah, this was turning into a booty call by the text. Yeah, I won't lie, I appreciate a good booty call as much as the next girl, but not when it's somebody I truly care about. So, I told him to let me know once he got back to his buddy's apartment. Yep, he texted. He told me to "Come over! Come hang!" Haha wow, he's a lush.
I asked where I was coming to pick him up at and he yet again shocked me, "you may not be picking me up! Come hang! I wanna see you!" Well, for a lush, he was good. Well, he may be good at making me smile, but he sucks at giving directions while drunk! I kept asking for directions and he kept stalling. Yep, I got pissed and kind of flipped. Here's the text, "Omg... Dude, if you're just jerking me around here, then just tell me... I'm going to bed if that's the case." He responds with just, "that's not the case." Blahhhhh a little more please!
He finally gave me an apartment complex.... Okay, maybe it's just me, but there should NOT be two DIFFERENT apartment complexes with the SAME name. I repeat SAME name. One is easy to find, but the other, not so much... Guess which one pyrex boy was at... yeah, he was the hard to find one. I took 3 phone calls to him to finally get him to hand over the phone to his friend to give me directions. Oh, might I add that it is almost 3 am... Yeah, I really like this guy. Well, his EL bartender friend gets me to the correct apartment complex, and then he says something really interesting. He told me that pyrex boy had been talking about me all night and couldn't wait to see me. To which, I thought he was bullshitting me... He wasn't. Wow. Twisted fairy tale story much?
Anyway, I pick my lush up and take him to get some cigs... Yep, he smokes. I have never smoked anything in my life, and I honestly detest smoking. Oh well. He's adorable. Thank god for that pack of cigs because he opened up over one on my balcony. He admitted to missing me, and that he had been avoiding me because he didn't want to get too attached or hurt. He is truly the most honest boy I have ever dated. Refreshing. He was honest. Let me say it again, he was honest. Wow.
So yeah, we went back inside and as I was trying to hide my face from him, he pulled me in and kissed me. It was perfect, sweet and tender. Perfect. And then, he kissed me again. Could it get even more perfect than the last? Yes. So yeah, after that we went into my room and I asked him if he was crashing with me or on the couch, and then he made me ask him to stay with me. He made me ask. Words cannot describe how he can get me all flustered. He wanted to hear me ask him to stay with me.
I asked him to stay with me. He did. We laid in bed and we kept talking and talking and talking. We talked about us, and he told me how much he adored me, but he didn't want to get too attached because I was going to be gone for the summer. DAMN! But yeah, he held me tight and whispered in my hear calling me baby and sweetie. Sigh.
Yep sooooo after all that talk we.... yeah... we had sex. Wow, I'm admitting this in a blog. Sweet. Okay moving on. Yep, it was fantastic.
So then, we went to bed and slept and slept and slept. Did I mention he was fighting a cold? No? Well, he was, so he apparently needed a lot of sleep. When he woke up, he was still holding me and calling me baby and kissing me. Amazing. It wasn't the alcohol that made him so sweet. He actually cares. Holy smokes. So yeah, we spent the morning talking and cuddling and giving each other shit. I mean, that's the way we are. We are the 2 biggest pains in the ass that I know. Oh and then we had sex sober. Wow. Even better. Gosh, he's the stuff dreams are made of.
Oh, and my dog even adores him. Perfect. So then we talked and I fed him some cold meds because he sounded like crap. Just being honest... So then he slept some more. At 1 in the afternoon, I woke him up, he took a shower, and I returned him to the apartment that I had picked him up at.
He kissed me goodbye and told me he missed me. What is that supposed to mean!?!?! Good grief!
An hour later he sent me this, "Great to see you. I'm happy you came and got me."
Wow. Just wow. So here I am, a day later, and I'm at a loss for words. Where do we go now? What do I say? What do I do? Do I call? Do I text? I've been looking at his facebook all day. I've commented on his only status from the day... Yep, crazy.
I am head over heels. I got my pyrex dish and gray shirt back, and I still can't get my mind off him. I went out on 2 dates with an incredible guy, but I felt nothing for him. Pyrex boy is stealing my heart. Gosh.
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