three weeks in toronto

i met him at an after hours. i was sober, having just finished work. he wasn't, but wasn't after hours drunk, either. when i first bounced in, i didn't even notice him. i went straight for my friends i was there for, two of my lovely friend-men. having not noticed this stranger in my vicinity/beside me, and always being 100% myself to these two lovely gentlemen, i was full on ME. after some laughing and gesticulating and motor boating, i saw him. cute! i introduced myself, and made a quick quip of some kind. he left to pee or whatever and i asked my friend "is he actually cute? it's too dark to know" "yes, he is very handsome. and very nice. but shy, so you will have to make the first move" "ugh, forget it." awhile later, this guy and i got to talking, and had a really amazing conversation, esPECIALly for an after hours. after some torment by his idiot friends, he kissed me. we kissed more outside, and he told me how much he loved my mouth, what a great kisser i was, and how he just HAD to get my information, all of it. he texted 36 hours later, wanting to hang. the only night we could was THAT night. we had an amazing dinner, a perfect walk, a fantastic curbside kiss before he got in the cab. a couple days later he was at my place of work, which i was covertly informed of, and appeared. awkward. he went away for the weekend, and i sent a this-is-when-i-can-hang-what-about-you text. basic response. and then nothing.

i met him at my bar. he sat there with a friend, one i had served the night before and remembered, who drank rye and coke. luckily, he chose rye and water, and had a beard. i could tell he was looking at me...i could also tell he was a douchebag. meh, beggars can't be choosers and nothing like a 12 hour shift and some whiskey thrown in with good ol' rejection to make me overlook some major flaws. like the company he kept. and his mediocre tip. and, once we were seated at the bar downstairs, he borderline ignored me, showing me just enough attention to keep mine. we left the building and made out nearby. the sheer skill of his hands and mouth simultaneously turned me on and scared the shit out of me. i fought every urge in my body, and refused to go home with him---thank god for not shaving my legs, that's all i gotta say. some playful texting, and a promise to hang out soon.

we work together, he's new, and i have caught him looking at me. an easy target, but also the quiet one. we flirt when he's done, taking advantage of my free shots for staff policy. extended liquor licenses were thrown in the exhaustion/tipsy/rejection pile and before i know it he seemed like a real good idea. awkward kisses followed by awful sex and a sudden good bye. oops.

i was texting the douchebag, considering going there (i could use his razor/as if he'd notice). gossiping in the lobby, a few boys walked by. one of them caught my eye, i caught his and i said, not quietly at all to my coworker, "i want that one" and followed him. i found him, and asked where he was going, and led him to the bar. some giggles and shots later, we were chatting in a booth. he was funny, self deprecating, works in a kitchen. has the necessary beard to overcompensate for his short stature. some strange straight forwardness was happening. i went through my deal breaker list (he passes on all counts) and a cute kiss was snuck in. I led him out of the building and a half block away, where we smoked (he smokes! yay!) and kissed and giggled...he called me actually physically CALLED me two days later and wants to cook me dinner.