7 posts tagged “beer”

So things have been going well with Mr. Lawyer. I never did invite him to dinner at Epic - I decided to go on my own and have fun with my friends. He ended up calling me later that night and had us meet up with him and his friends. And, to my pleasant surprise - we had FUN.

The next day, we lazed around the apartment - cuddling, having phenomenal sex, and enjoying each other's company. I eventually got his ass up and made him go work out with me. By the time we got out and about, stopped at the bookstore and then finally the gym, we had very limited time left for our workout. We did a quick workout and then grabbed some food at Blue Barn - yum! Then, he dropped me off and said he'd be back in an hour to pick me up for the soccer game. The soccer game was awesome - saw David Beckham play - and basically just really enjoyed being there with him. Afterward, we were starving. It was late so we headed to Ace Wasabi's for sushi and sake since we knew it would still be open. We had a beer after dinner and decided to call it a night. Again, more amazing sex.

Sunday, we got up and went to church and then out to a nice lunch. He was exhausted for some reason and wanted to watch golf and nap so we went back to my place - golf, sex, and nap. I had made plans with my girlfriends to go to Mamacita's for dinner and he had work to do so we parted ways. He was text messaging while I was at dinner and since he was still at his office on my way home, I decided to bring him a doggy bag. He came home with me - again, more hot sex.

Then, I was busy until last night - literally swamped. Between soccer, track, working out,  hanging with friends, we didn't see one another until late yesterday evening. He spent the night - it was so good to finally see him - and then we had a nice goodbye this morning. I've noticed the less time I spend with him, the more he's interested in me. He's been IMing me while at work, made dinner reservations for us on Saturday, and said he WANTED to come out to my race on Saturday morning (shocker - since I didn't even invite him). He's being absolutely wonderful - I am on cloud 12.

I don't know what I'm doing but its working. I feel like we've rebuilt the connection. I am just going to continue to take things slow and let them take their course....

I met this English guy who we'll call The Horny Teen-ager at Circa a week or so ago (yes, the same place where I got dumped a week ago by Mr. Lawyer). From the get-go, I knew The Horny Teen-ager was too young for me. I mean, we're only technically less than a year apart but in mental age, I'd say we're more like a decade apart.

For the first date, we grabbed a drink the night after we met. The first thing I noticed was that he was a total pretty boy - too much gel in the hair, a pseudo faux -hawk, and way way overly expensive jeans. While I understand that he's European, I still wasn't a fan. He has a total babyface so we got carded the minute we sat down at A16 which I definitely thought was funny. Anyway, all in all the first date was ok. The second date was dinner. I had a race early the next morning so told him I couldn't stay out late and nor did I want to. We went to Panta Rei in North Beach - I could sense he was hoping I wasn't too hungry although he did pay. After the restaurant, we grabbed a beer at Tony Nick's and he made a play for my face. Literally tried to suck me up in one swipe. I did the not so fast hand maneuver and somehow got him off of me gracefully. We said goodnight and he didn't seem too miffed by the whole thing - well, except he called me a cab from the corner but didn't offer to pay. So, he called and texted all weekend. He was dying to see me again so he proposed a Sunday night movie. I had some errands to run so we went to the Haight first, grabbed some food and then headed back to the Marina to catch a flick. I noticed during dinner that he was sporting a hicky on his neck. I laughed to myself. Then, we looked up movie times and nothing was playing till way way late and I was pretty over having to hang out with him for that many hours. But low and behold, I didn't have to. He instantly went for it - pounced on me and tried sucking my face off again. He got upset that I wouldn't kiss back and then only tried harder. I called him out on the hicky. First, he tried to tell me it was from wrestling with the guys (and I'm thinking or your middle school aged girlfriend?) and then he admitted to his little love fest the night before. He came up with a million and one excuses about his drunken state and why it happened all while I kept insisting that it didn't matter to me either way. Eventually, he pounced again - only this time I could feel him on my leg - GROSS!! So I swatted at him and said, "down boy..you remind me of a horny teen-ager..." He got off, looked wounded and made some jack-ass remark about my sex drive (as I'm thinking - what do you know little man) to repair his own ego. I let it go.

He left without saying goodbye. I laughed myself downstairs to give the download to my girlfriend B. Later, I received several text messages from him saying how cool of a chick I was, and how much he liked  me. Right. I wrote back in the nicest manner I know how, "Aw, thanks but I think its best we're just friends. We're on a different page in our lives right now. I wish you all the best in your SF adventures and to many more hicky-filled nights. Cheers, Jski."

I thought that would be the end but got a text from him this morning asking me to grab dinner with him later in the week. Are you serious? Boys..teen-agers...geez.

This weekend was a blazing 80 degrees in San Francisco - absolutely gorgeous and oh so rare!

Friday night was my surprise dinner. Mr. Lawyer and I went to NOPA on Divisadero and Fulton and it was absolutely amazing. I ordered some sort of beet salad with goat cheese and the halibut - all really tasty - I also had a few glasses of wine. He ordered a salad and the lamb shank (I didn't taste either). It was a nice evening  - we were pleasant and the evening went really smooth - really, without a single hitch. When we got home, my roommate and her boyfriend were up drinking a bottle of wine and we chatted with them for a few before heading into the bedroom for some really amazing sex.

In the morning, he left early - around 7:30 or so to go surfing - apparently there were waves. The weather was so beautiful that I decided I shoudl get out of bed early too. I headed up to Mt. Tam for a run and ended up running for a good two hours soaking up the sun and climbing the mountain. It was a really nice run and put me in the best mood. On my drive home, he called and wanted to know what I was up to, maybe get lunch then go to a party at the Beach Chalet. I said, sure to all of it. He asked me to call when I got closer to home. When I did - he was napping and really irritable - said, forget lunch. So I showered, got myself together for the rest of the afternoon and then he called (all chipper this time) and was ready to come over and was ready for lunch. Grrr. I was over lunch at that point so he grabbed a quick sanwhich and we headed over to Beach Chalet with his roommate. We met up with some of his roommate's friends who were all really nice - my only complaint was that we were sitting INSIDE on a beautiful day. I finally conviced my man and the roommie to head outside with our drinks. The sun felt amazing. After a couple of drinks, we decided to head over to his friend's BBQ in lower Pac Heights - all law school friends. Again, everyone was really nice - well everyone except this girl R who I"ve met at several functions. She is never nice to me. I'm not sure why but I get this awful vibe from her and I pretty much dread seeing her. She has a boyfriend - a serious boyfriend so I don't think her hatred is because she wants my guy or anything....but anyway. The BBQ wasn't all that exciting. He left me for a good deal of time talking to his boring law school friends but I dealt with it and smiled about it anyway. We stayed till sunset and then dropped his roommate off at his place and continued on to meet my roommate and her bf at Shanghai Kelly's because I'd left my keys in the apartment. I don't think he really wanted to stay but I convinced him to go in for a drink anyway. We had a few drinks. We met there and a part of me kind of liked being there with him again. Afterward, we went back to my place and he was passed out almost immediately. Oh well.

Yesterday, he got up early to surf again but this time asked me to head out to Ocean Beach with him which was a nice change. I laid out for about two hours while he surfed in the early morning sunlight - it was really nice. Then, my friends called and said they were BBQing in Golden Gate Park so we got the sand off our feet and went and met them and their kickball team there. It was me, J, Y, C N, and Mr. Lawyer - eating turkey dogs, drinking Blue Moons and enjoying the sunshine and heckling the kickballers. Before too long, Mr. Lawyer decided he was leaving to get some work done and I stayed on with my friends. We closed down the park and made our way towards my house. It was just J and I at this point - my other friend N was texting and wanted to meet up - so we decided to dinner at Mamacita's (again, again, again) - and A and C met up with us as well. Lots of fun but too much food. I still feel sick.

During dinner, he was texting me. We had said we were going to do laundry last night and he was concerned it would close if we (or I) didn't start it before long. I said, sorry no can do, at dinner. So he came by to get my keys. He was very nice (surprisingly) and started the laundry. When we got back, I was so out of it. We put the laundry in the dryer and then I passed out almost immediately - too much sun and way too much food.

This morning, he went down and got our laundry and woke me up calling me his "little crawfish" or his "little lobester" which I sort of loved - more the fact that he said "MY little lobster" and "MY little crawfish." That was nice despite the fact he was pointing out my bad sunburn - ooops.

Anyway, hoping this trend continues. Still waiting for an L-Bomb - wondering if that will ever happen?

The next weekend - and yes, we're almost caught up - I randomly decide to go to Las Vegas for about 30 hours with a guy friend from college and a bunch of his friends whom I don't know at all. They pick me up late Friday night, we drink on the plane, we arrive at the airport and hail a cab straight to the club (Tryst at the Wynn).  We check bags at the concierge with the promise we'll pick them up in a few hours. We dance the night away until around 4:30 am and then I'm done for. We go to our room at the Turnberry (finally) and crash.

The next morning - champagne brunch with the girls (whom I've just met) at the Paris and shopping....I buy hot short ass denim shorts. We go back to the room, the boys are ready to party. We shower, primp, and look hot and ready to go out. The party bus arrives at the Turnberry and we're off.

On the party bus, we're making drinks and having fun. The ladies are taking pictures, dancing, and drinking...and then Mr. Engineering Nice Guy starts to take interest in me. He's kind of doing the guy hovering thing but its Vegas and I don't want a guy hovering. So I inch away. We party our asses off at Pure that night - Mr. Engineering Nice Guy gets my number before I leave (I had a 6:00 am flight and bags checked at Caeser's concierge so I could leave straight from the club)....and walks me out. He's tall, handsome, smart, nice, has a good job, etc...so I give him my number.

I barely remember getting to the airport, I don't really remember the flight...the next thing I know, its 4:30 pm on Sunday afternoon...I'm waking up in my room and there are texts from Mr. Engineering Nice Guy...he wants to see me again...I'm thinking, we'll see.

I get up, unpack the rest of my shiz (yes, finally finish moving), and then order in greasy food and veg out in front of the TV.

The day after the pool party, we wake up in beautiful Woodside (me and the ladies, duh) and have a delicious breakfast, hang by the pool, and then head back to the city. I have dinner plans that night with Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed).

He texts me during the day - gives me "missions" like I'm a secret agent - one of which is to pick a restaurant (since he's not from the city) - DONE. He says 8:30...I make a point to be ready...then I'm sitting. It's 8:30, 8:45, 9:00 - finally a text (good damn thing because I'm about to wash my face and call it a night)...he's running late...ok, fine, shit happens. 9:15, 9:30, 9:35...finally...he's here. I walk downstairs, hail a cab, and we're off. We get to the restaurant and he doesn't have cash to pay the cab - fine, again, shit  happens. I pay.

He tells me that I "dress real sharp." GAG. Within seconds, he has the menu open, then closed and says, "I know what I want!" Ok, I wait. I wait thinking surely he'll ask me what I want or if I want to share a few things...its sushi afterall??? He doesn't. The waiter comes - he orders for HIMSELF. He orders beer and two glasses without asking me what I'd like to drink. I order food and smile politely as he starts to talk.

The conversation basically goes like this: "Hi I'm Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed) and I'm wonderful. Did I mention I'm wonderful? I'm so great. I'm really an amazing person. Most people would have to agree that I'm wonderful..." GAG. It never ends. I roll my eyes, play with my food, don't drink my beer (which annoys me even as I write about it), and take it all in. After about 30 minutes of his endless arrogant chatter, he starts to psyhco analyze me. He tells me that he can tell that I'm the type of person who doesn't feel appreciated by others...huh? You can tell all of that from me sitting here eating, not talking, and listening to your pompous ass talk? What? So I humor him - I say, "you don't say...." and he goes on...apparently, not only do I  not feel appreciated but: I'm also not assertive, I'm shy, I'm not street smart, I'm a pushover in relationships, I've never been in love, and I'm submissive...I roll my eyes, I smile, and say sarcastically, "wow,  you've got me all figured out, don't you?" He answers with "I'm just really good at reading people."

Our food is just about finished and he's already ordered like 3 more beers and continued to drink while my first glass remains untouched. He continues to drink, to talk about himself, psycho analyze, and drink, and talk, and drink. I continue to pretend I'm listening, roll my eyes, look at the clock on my cell phone, and try to figure out the best way to escape. I say several times, "how about we get the check?" He orders two more beers. Now, I'm annoyed.

I somehow survive through two more beers. The check comes (he paid, thank God). Its now pushing 12:30 am on a Sunday night and I'm thinking - not only did he waste my Sunday night but he also cut into my sleep time - dammit. I jump from the table, bolt towards the door.  We take a cab back towards my place. His car is parked nearby. I jump out of the cab, say a quick good night and thanks for dinner and leave him standing there. He's obviously had a lot to drink and he's obviously wondering how he's supposed to drive home. At that point, I could've cared less.

A wasted Sunday night....and the guy wasn't even hot. Oh well, at least it was free dinner.

So before we get back to Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed), I'll give you a snap shot of the following weekend:

A Friday night date with Mr. Great on Paper Stanford Grad Guy - Friday night ladies - that's right, I gave one up for this guy because he said the name of a restaurant I was dying to try. Anyway, we went to a nice restaurant, again ordered almost everything on the menu, again a nice bottle of wine, again ok conversation (I think I did most of the talking, surprise) and again no real sparks (at least from my end).  He spent a grip (we're talking hundreds just on dinner).  Then, we went to some club - forgive me, I can't remember the name...we had shots, we had drinks, we danced, I looked around and thought, what am I doing in a club on a date???? All these guys....all these beautiful guys....stop looking...you're on a date. We danced, we drank, and we said good night and went home. No sparks - so good on paper.

Next morning, my girls and I head to Woodside for a BBQ - they tell me rugby boys will be there in short shorts, in droves even. I'm excited. I wake my a$$ up, put on my hot bikini, little white dress and we're off.  We stop on the way to get the alcohol, the food, everything else you need for a successful pool party. We get there and we have the pool, the lounge chairs, the Dorito's and the alcohol to ourselves. We tan, we float, we talk girl stuff. Then, a few hours later, the rugby team arrives. Hot, hot, hot. Unfortunately, many of them came with attachments. As the day goes on, the alcohol flows and we've been throw in the pool almost more times than I can count - my friend (whom I love but hated at this moment) takes it upon her drunk self to pimp me out to a guy she has decided is right for me.  And - not to mention - there are two absolutely skeeeezy ass guys who try and corner me at some point - YUCK - and no thanks.

Back to Mr. I'm Too Young for You but I'll Try Anyway Guy....(the one my friend is trying to pimp me out to).  He looks about 17 and he talks like he's 13 - literally heard a voice crack or two while he was spitting game at me. GROSS. He tells me "age doesn't matter..." I try to be delicate - "it matters when you're not even old enough to go to a  bar...it matters..." He keeps trying. He won't leave me alone. I escape to get more champagne and bury myself in an alcohol haze so I don't have to think about being hit on by a teen-ager. I'm standing, talking, drinking, laughing with the girls and all of a sudden - BOOM - sunglasses fly off, my drink and ice cubes go flying out of my cup (which I managed to hold on to) - and I'm in the pool barely breathing. The little shit rugby tackled my ass into the pool, knocked the wind out of me and then expected me to "like him..." Gee, he forgot to pass the note with the YES/NO/MAYBE check box! 

 Then the day becomes night, we're drunker, little man is still up on my shiz, and I'm still trying to get away, and my drunk friend is still encouraging him to try....we start playing Catch Phrase...he tries to "cuddle" me and then I just get mean...Mr. I'm Too Young for You But I'll Try Anyway Guy got dissed and went home by curfew. I'm pretty sure he threw my shorts in the bottom of the pool on his way out - sweet revenge....

So a few days after my first date (we're still back tracking here) with Mr. Perfect on Paper Stanford Grad Guy, I met a guy while floating down the American River.  Yes, I was on a drunken float trip - ratio of guys to girls was probably 40:20 and we were drinking Coors Light, Vodka and Minute Maid, and basically getting slammed off our asses, enjoying the sun, doing keg stands, you name it.  We even popped one of our rafts - that was interesting.

Anyway, back to the guy(s) - I was smashed between two potential eligible bachelors. 

First, there was Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed).  We're sitting on the raft and he's making me laugh in a way I haven't laughed in a long time.  Not sure if it was the sun, the alcohol, or the fact that I was feeling hot in my blue bikini - but I thought we had a connection, not a love connection but a chemistry connection. 

Second, there was Mr. Hot Construction Worker Guy.  He was definitely the best looking guy on the raft but didn't have a whole lot to say (personality of an onion).  There were no sparks flying - unless you count the pure physical lust.

So there I am, crammed between these two - one who is entirely fun, nice, smart, and making me laugh and the other, hot and boring as all hell.  So what do I do?  I act interested in both. 

After we get off the river, we're having a bbq back at the house (basically, the party continues).  I'm back and forth and back and forth.  We're playing beer pong - Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed) and I are having fun.  Mr. Hot Construction Worker Guy is standing near me, flirting and kind of hopeful.  Mr. Lots in Common Guy asks for my "business card."  I give it to him.  Next thing I know, Mr. Hot Construction Worker Guy wants to talk to me in private - and all of a sudden, he's sensitive.  He tells me he's kind of "seeing someone" in Arizona and that's why he's not acting as available as he'd like to.  I say "right on, man. Right on." He's taken aback. Oops. Guess I should've acted like I cared a little bit. The night goes on - gets blurrier and blurrier.  Juggling...juggling...juggling....

I wake up in the morning and think (finally out of my vodka haze) what was I thinking? Mr. Hot Construction Worker Guy is a dud.  So if Mr. Lots in Common Guy calls, I'll agree to a date.  Because although not as hot, we had so much in common, right?