date 20: welcome to hollywood
A few weeks ago I met this Dawson's Creek hottie at a bar on Labor Day. I was with my girlfriends and they weren't exactly feeling the crowd, so after he bought me a few drinks we exchanged numbers and he texted a bunch the next day.
Two weeks later I was at a friend's birthday at a swanky bar in his neighborhood and decided to text him to come meet up.
Full confession: the Enginerd was actually supposed to come, but when he hadn't shown by 11:30pm I took a chance and texted Mr. Hollywood.
He probably thought it was a booty call, but whatever, he ended up being out of town and reminded me he wanted to take me out on a real date.
So, on Thursday we had dinner.
While I was walking up to meet him I realized I was drunk when I met him and hoped he was as cute as I initially thought.
Luckily, he was, but he looked closer to his age than I noticed at the bar – 36. Great hair, sparkling teeth and pretty blue eyes, but a few wrinkles around his eyes and a speckle of salt and pepper around his temples. Still hot as fuck though.
It was a great date, but bizarre because we had an insane amount of things in common. We kept blurting out, "Me too!" in reaction to each other's stories.
It was obvious we had a strong attraction to one another, and all of a sudden as I was telling a story, he leaned over, pulled my chair towards his and went in for a passionate kiss.
If not done perfectly right it would've been a ridiculously awkward move, but it was so.hot.
Just like the movies. Bravo, Mr. Hollywood.
The next day he invited me to his favorite "hip-hop yoga" class next weekend. It doesn't get more Hollywood than that. Can't wait to check it out.