I am ballsy. I've always been some sort of ballsy, but what I did last Thursday night was incredibly ballsy. Here's the story.
I went on a date with number not even sure anymore. (yah, don't ask) He's a cool kid, met him through one of Fran's guys and he is successful, fun, and interested. So, hey, why not?
So, he asks if I want to watch the basketball game mid-day last Thursday. First of all, I didn't know there was a basketball game, much less it was THE basketball game to end the season. We met up for dinner and headed to a burger bar (with burgers, beer, and TV's) afterward. I sat down, ordered a beer and started watching the game.
About 10 minutes into the game, an
insanely hot guy walks in to the bar. The best way for me to describe his hotness is
Jason Wade, who is amazingly delicious. As I did a double, and possibly triple take, he smiled at me. I melted in my chair.
So, here I am, on a date with one guy and in walks Mr. Hottie McHotterson. What the hell am I supposed to do? He sits on the other side of Date guy. So, now, not only do I have to sit there and know he's in the same room, I have to look at him whenever I talk to the guy I'm on a date with. What a cluster.
Date Guy (DG) goes to the bathroom, so here's his chance....
Hottie: "Which team are you going for?" in this sexy European accent
Me: [holy shit, hot AND European to boot?!.... fans self] "Eh, I'm a fair-weathered fan. I'll pick this team for this game but don't really care about basketball in general"
So we continue to talk until DG comes back from the bathroom. Then, Hottie minds his own business again. This happens for three hours straight, and thank God DG broke the seal cause he went to the bathroom 10 times in that time span.
The game was almost over, I ran to the bathroom. As I came out, there he stood, waiting by the men's bathroom.
Me: "It was nice to meet you!"
Hottie: "Uhh.. you too. Ummm, ciao."
He acted nervous, like he wasn't sure how to get my number. In all fairness, I'd been trying to figure out how to get his number for the past three hours without ruining my date.
DG and I leave, I get into my car... pick up my phone.
Google tells me the number to the bar and I call the bartender, tell them I want to give Hottie my number, and he says he'd be happy to. Sweet! Ballsy, right?
I get home, and a few minutes later - there's a text from him. We text for a little while, he wants to see me again that night (but I couldn't cause I was flying out at 6am and had to be up at 4) or possibly that weekend. At 4 am, I started getting more texts... he was 'jealous' of the guy I was with, was relieved when I said it wasn't my boyfriend. (broken english through text because of the language barrier) Among other really nice compliments and lots of flirting.
We decided that I'd call him when I got back on Monday and we'd go out to dinner sometime this week. Score!
Monday comes and goes, I get a text on Tuesday, setting up a date for Thursday - and all is well.
Thursday, he asks if we can go out Friday night instead, fine with me. He ends up texting later asking what I ended up doing, etc.
Fast forward to 5am this morning, only a few hours.
I get a text message from someone who says she's his wife and they've been having a rough two weeks - and she found some texts in his phone and now wants to know what the hell is going on.
Holy. Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?!
Wow.
So, I tell her.
Men are absolutely ridiculous. It makes me want to never get married, and completely skews my vision of trust. I wish this were the only example I have... but there are many, many more.
Argh.