I went out for New Year’s Eve with my wild gal pal. A bar with a band then a friend’s house party. We both were in foul moods regarding men. You had called me earlier in the afternoon.
Expecting an uneventful evening of being mostly bored, we headed out dressed to the nines.
As we sat at the bar in our local watering hole I noticed an attractive man on the other side of the large bar. He caught my eye not just because he’s good looking, but because he bears a striking resemblance to a celebrity. I asked the bartender if she knew him, and commented on his resemblance to the celebrity. She, being a young woman who never watches the news, had no idea to whom I was referring.
One thing led to another and through the bartender our interest in one another was expressed and we struck up a conversation. I thought nothing of it, other than it was mild flirtation. However, as we were putting on our coats to leave, he rushed over to hand me his card. I wrote my name and number on a napkin. In a fit of what could be considered bad judgment, I also wrote the address of the party we were attending.
I told our host that a guy resembling a celebrity (who was on their big screen TV at that moment) might show up. Next thing I know, the host is announcing that the celebrity has arrived. It was funny as hell.
A lovely time was had by all.
At 9:30 a.m. today I got a text from him. Yes, I think he likes me. A lot. I’m kind of liking him, too. I’m just a little bit excited about it. Although cautiously.
During the time I spent talking with him, some traits were obvious. They reminded me of you, and some reminded me of Mr. IT, my FWB. Obviously, I’m attracted to men who are tightly wound. He’s retired military, too, so there’s that similarity to you.
Later today I finally took a sober look at his business card, which is from his last post before he retired. He had scribbled his phone number on the back. I take a look at his rank. I groaned.
Explains a lot. A whole lot. I’m not terribly familiar with his branch’s rank system, but I’m pretty sure he outranks you.
I’m still cautiously optimistic.
Right now, my biggest fear is that he is married. No ring, and he was with his son-in-law in the bar so it seems reasonable that he’s not a cheater, but you never know.
I like him. And I always wanted to date a celebrity.
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