Happy Friday everyone! Things are going great here, though it’s finally starting to get hot (ugh). The semester ended, graduation’s past, the office is super quiet during the summer, and I am getting ready to go to London with Jake. Awesome!
I have also discovered that once you are 1) in your late 20s/early 30s, and 2) not in graduate school anymore, it apparently takes two years before you can build up a solid and varied social network in a new city. Well, the landmark has been reached, people! I can meet up with people pretty much any night I am interested in going out, now – which is sort of ironic because Jake and I are now really not as social as we used to be. We still enjoy going out with other people, but not nearly with the frequency we used to. Even if we are going to a bar, restaurant, club, what have you, we’d rather just be with each other than with tons of other people. Have others experienced this?
So, as promised, here are three quick stories about guys who were (or at least, claimed to be) taken, but who blatantly hit on me anyway. I love it!
Guy #1: Barry at Z’Tejas on Cinco de Mayo
For Cinco de Mayo, Jake and I met one of our mutual friends and three of my friends for drinks at Z’Tejas. It was packed for the following reasons:
- It is about two and a half blocks from the university.
- Cinco de Mayo coincided with the last day of classes.
- It was Happy Hour anyway.
- It was Cinco de Mayo – in ARIZONA.
I arrived first and put our name in for a table. While I was sitting outside under the misters waiting, this guy came up to me and said, “Now why doesn’t a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend?” I smiled and said, “Actually he just texted me, he got off the freeway and will be here in a few minutes.”
Awkward silence, then, “I have a girlfriend, too, but I just wanted to tell you you are beautiful.”
Um, I so don’t believe you, dude, but I don’t mind a bit!
Guy #2: Vincent on His Bicycle
I was leaving work the other day, walking across campus, and a guy passed me the other way on his bicycle. As he drove up to me, he said hi, and I smiled and said hello back. Then (since he was going much faster than I was), he was past me, but I heard him yell, “You have a beautiful smile!” I turned around and he was double-taking me as he bicycled away.
I smiled to myself as I approached my crosswalk, but was already thinking of other things by the time I crossed the street. Then I heard a yell,
“Pretty girl!” I turned around, and there he was. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself as Vincent. Then he said, “I have a girlfriend, but I just had to tell you how beautiful you were. You’re absolutely going to find an amazing guy who will make you totally happy.”
I responded that I had just set the date with that very man, and he said, “That’s good news! Best of luck in your marriage!” and bicycled off.
Guy #3: Jake, Late Last Night
Jake was out late last night because one of his work buddies (who is quitting to move to Flagstaff this summer) had an extra ticket to the baseball game. I was exhausted, so I enjoyed the evening to myself – I watched Desperate Housewives and Biggest Loser, read a bit of a novel from my latest obsession, Robin Hobb (seriously, her fantasy is amazing, and she’s written like 15 books – I’m thrilled and have already worked my way through 7 of them), snuggled with kitties, and went to bed early.
I woke up to a kiss and Jake saying, “I hope you are sleeping the sleep of a totally secure person who knows that there is a guy out there who loves you more than he’s ever loved anything else in his entire life. You are amazing and irresistable and my absolute favorite person and I love you.”
Not bad! I might be biased, but I kind of liked the third guy best
What’s the best story you have of someone hitting on you?