High School Reunion

Despite the drama, I still managed to enjoy the nine days off of work I had.

When you tell people you’re going to be off for that long, they always ask where you’re going or what you’re doing. I would like to get out of the country, or at least the state, at some point in the near future, however for the most part, just simply not having to go to work is good enough for me. Being able to wake up and roll around in bed all day watching those sad chicks on Maury DNA test 9 dudes to find out who the baby’s daddy is is good enough for me.

But that all ended this past Saturday. Blah.

Last Wednesday night, I went out with an old friend of high school that I hadn’t seen since. Bizzy was 2 years behind me in high school, but we ended up in an elective class together my Senior year. We were seated next to each other and from then on a friendship grew. He went with another Senior girl I was cool with and used to talk to me about their problems and stuff. Eventually, he confessed to me that he liked me. I was involved with a knucklehead from another school at the time though so it never panned out.

I graduated and went to college and two years later, he did the same. We managed to keep in touch over the years through instant messaging and Facebook, but the few times that we tried to link up in person and catch up just never worked out for whatever reason.

He asked me that weekend if I wanted to meet up at this popular sushi restaurant on Wednesday and I was free so it was on. It was good sushi, good drinks, and good conversation. He still looks the same way I remember him, only he’s taller and he has a low scruffy beard thing going on.

I was impressed by the fact that he owns and runs a successful cafe with his mother. I didn’t realize before then how popular it was. They have their own style of preparing fish and different meats and unique dishes and apparently it’s on point because I went to the website and they’ve gotten recognized locally quite a few times. That’s pretty neat. It’s a turn on to me when a man can cook. I’m not big on cooking. Funnily enough, he hates to clean. He has a maid service clean his house for him because he hates it. But I LOVE to clean. I can’t function in clutter or disorganization.

We were there for about 2 hours or so. Afterward, he walked me to my car. And since I’d parked closer than he did and his vehicle was in the opposite direction of where I parked, I drove him to his car. It happened that he’d parked near some water, so we ventured out onto a dock together and sat for a few moments talking. It was nice. Kind of romantic I guess.

The only thing was, I had plans to head to a bar nearby after our dinner to hang out with some coworkers. I didn’t tell him that because I didn’t wanna make him feel like I was ditching him or rushing. But those plans were in place before I met up with him and while I did have a good time with him, I was looking forward to hanging out with my coworkers too. So I told him eventually that we should be getting along and we went back to our cars. He asked when he’d see me again and I told him that was up to him, that the ball was in his court.

Later at the bar, I got to thinking to myself: So does that mean this was a date? It didn’t start out as one really, but it ended up feeling like one. I texted him and asked him exactly that, but he didn’t answer.

Thursday night (actually, it was after midnight, so technically that was Friday), I texted him “I’ll take that as a no.” He said he’d written me back, but I hadn’t gotten it. He said he wanted to see me again and asked me about this week.

He hit me up briefly on Facebook chat on Monday, but it was just a “Hi and Bye” type of thing. Nothing about going out again.

We’ll see. It feels like something I should explore, but I typically don’t go for guys younger than me. But maybe I should step out of the box on this one. He’s college-educated, he runs a successful business, he’s handsome, he’s tall….

We’ll see. The ball’s in his court. I’m not chasing after anybody else.

Last Friday night, to commemorate my last day of vacation, I ventured out by myself to a nearby watering hole. It was a good crowd, but I didn’t meet anyone interesting.

I started talking to a guy shortly after I got there who eventually asked me to play pool with him. We played for an hour or so and then went and chilled at the outside bar for a little while, but at that point I started getting a little sick of him. He asked me for my number. I took his to be nice. He was nice and kind of a cutie, but not exactly my type. I thought at that point he’d break away from me and do his own thing, but he still wanted to hover around me. At that point I was ready to start mingling on my own and finding other people to talk to. He was cramping my style. I tried hinting at first like, “Don’t think you have to stay near me all night…”, but he wasn’t getting it. Finally I just shut down and stopped talking. He got the hint finally and left. I feel a little bad because he was a nice guy and he paid for pool and bought me drinks, but I was there to be social, not to get wifed up for the whole night by someone I just met.

I stayed for a couple more hours and met some people and was bought more drinks, but I didn’t meet anyone hot. Drats.

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