So...
I meet this incredibly cute guy at a bar I frequent. I try to hit on him gently, but having no game *whatsoever* I wind up talking to him while he and I are either on the road to boozy or heading back. I am at the bar for a birthday party and after a few (dozen) drinks I finally muster up the guts to go talk to him at length. And I bring the camera. I take pictures with him, me, the birthday boy and more.
The following week, I'm working at the same bar and come up to talk to him again. He doesn't recognize me and after giving some more information about the previous week, he is in denial that there were photos taken. Bets are made that I do, in fact, have pictures, finally settling on a dollar. I tell him that I can email him evidence if he cares to email me, and hand him my card.
The following day I'm pleasantly surprised to receive an email from him asking about the photos. I send them off with a smirk on my face.
I am again pleasantly surprised to hear back from him the same day: "I don't believe it. I mean I believe it from seeing it, but don't believe it. You win, the next time you see me there will be a dollar hidden somewhere on my body."
Two weeks pass and I don't see him at the bar. I *almost* forget about him, then randomly run into him again. I notice he is (again) sitting alone and invite him to join us at my table of friends. We chat, I buy him a beer or two, we chat, we dance to mushy karaoke song (Silver Springs). He asks if I hang out late or leave early. I say normally midnight, but tonight later. He offers to make sure I get home okay, if I don't mind the company. With a suppressed giddy giggle, I say sure!
He takes me home, spends the night cuddling and kissing and talking. The start of a four-day marathon of getting to know one another, and falling into intense like.
And by the way, I did get the dollar.
It's good. I likes. No expectations.
I meet this incredibly cute guy at a bar I frequent. I try to hit on him gently, but having no game *whatsoever* I wind up talking to him while he and I are either on the road to boozy or heading back. I am at the bar for a birthday party and after a few (dozen) drinks I finally muster up the guts to go talk to him at length. And I bring the camera. I take pictures with him, me, the birthday boy and more.
The following week, I'm working at the same bar and come up to talk to him again. He doesn't recognize me and after giving some more information about the previous week, he is in denial that there were photos taken. Bets are made that I do, in fact, have pictures, finally settling on a dollar. I tell him that I can email him evidence if he cares to email me, and hand him my card.
The following day I'm pleasantly surprised to receive an email from him asking about the photos. I send them off with a smirk on my face.
I am again pleasantly surprised to hear back from him the same day: "I don't believe it. I mean I believe it from seeing it, but don't believe it. You win, the next time you see me there will be a dollar hidden somewhere on my body."
Two weeks pass and I don't see him at the bar. I *almost* forget about him, then randomly run into him again. I notice he is (again) sitting alone and invite him to join us at my table of friends. We chat, I buy him a beer or two, we chat, we dance to mushy karaoke song (Silver Springs). He asks if I hang out late or leave early. I say normally midnight, but tonight later. He offers to make sure I get home okay, if I don't mind the company. With a suppressed giddy giggle, I say sure!
He takes me home, spends the night cuddling and kissing and talking. The start of a four-day marathon of getting to know one another, and falling into intense like.
And by the way, I did get the dollar.
It's good. I likes. No expectations.
The boy. And my what a boy.
