2 posts tagged “handsome”

My weekend deserved three posts - one for the horny teen-ager, the other for the sailing adventure and the third for my 18K race (the Mt. Tam Wild Boar 18K). When I first woke up at 5:30, I was wondering why I'd signed up to race at all. Then my ride got to my place and we drove up through Marin on a very beautiful morning and I instantly cheered up. I got out to the start and about 33 or so people from my club were there ready to race. It was exciting to see everyone. One girl, A, who I haven't seen in years was there with her very handsome roommate, The Tri Guy. God, he was attractive. She mentioned that she'd like to introduce me to him - so I'm thinking - yes, yes, yes. He eventually comes over before the race starts and says hello (mind you - this is before 8 am on Saturday morning and I have no make-up on and basically look like shit).

We set off to run - he was doing the 10K and I the 18K. As I finish the race, I see him near the finish line. He comes up and says, "hey, wow - excellent run!" I'm all smiles. We continue to chat for a bit and then I excuse myself to go cheer on others in my club. After everyone finished racing, we all headed over to P's house for after-run brunch. The Tri Guy came too (hooray!!).  I do my best to pay him some attention but not too much. He definitely was paying attentinon.

After the brunch, I realized we never did exchange numbers. I'm not sure I want to reach out to my friend A to make it happen or just be patient and hope he and I find one another again somehow soon....

I'm signing my ass up for more races. Hooray!

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.