Gimmie Love

8 Mar

Dear younger sister, or really, dear only sister.  Now’s the time for you to go and find something else to do and not read the post.  What’s for dinner tonight?  Are you and the kids going out since my brother-in-law is heading out of town?  May I recommend something delicious for tacos?  Because tacos are always good.  Get on that.  And stop reading.  Thank you.  Goodbye.

Tonight’s the night, friends.  Date 2 with the Civil Servant.  I use the term “date” loosely as both of us know there’s zero future here and that we’ll follow some formalities before we end up in my bedroom at the end of the night.  Not exactly the same way that a hooker might ask a John if he’s looking for a date, but relatively close.  I don’t expect money to exchange hands, but I do expect him to pay for the drinks.

We’ve been texting since Saturday night, he’s started each exchange.  I’ve been playing it fairly cool – essentially doing the opposite of what I did with #4.  Witty banter?  Check!  Responding to questions? Check!  Randomly texting him?  Nope.  Sending cute questions?  Nope.  Being the last one who sends a text message?  Nope.  None of that.  Upper hand in each exchange.  He started text messaging me the other night and I told him I was out and hoped he had a great night.

Text message first thing in the morning asking me how I was doing.  He was looking to lock the plans in for tonight.  I’d get the “are we still on for Thursday?”  Yes, we are.  But I wouldn’t commit to a time.  Finally last night we agreed to a time and place.  We’re meeting at 8:00 at my house and then heading out for a drink, before we strip.  He had wanted to meet earlier, but I told him he’d have to wait because I had a pedicure that night.

It’s strange this.  I mean, we both know this is a hook up, and yet he’s still chasing.  What’s he chasing?  He already knows I’d hook up with him because I already told him I would – not in those exact words.  Maybe it’s the allure of a fake challenge, I guess.  Meh, I don’t care.

When I was out on Tuesday with Claude and Jersey Belle I had so many questions.

  • If I’m getting a pedicure, what shoes will I wear because I don’t want to ruin my polish?
  • Are we just supposed to hook up immediately or do we go out first?
  • WTF are going to talk about?

Jersey Belle is an absolute genius.  “Get gel polish on your toes.  They’ll be dry before you leave the salon.”  I immediately called to change my appointment to a gel pedicure.  She’s brilliant!

Claude suggested I meet him naked at the door.  No.  Not doing that.  “You have a ton of aprons, wear one of those.”  No.  Not doing that either.  Then he suggested I just make him drinks at my house.  No.  That’s not happening.  He didn’t see the big deal.  We’re also dealing with a man who found time for a quicky with a complete stranger before meeting us at the bar. Claude’s adventures are far bolder than mine are.  It’s rare I find myself in a situation when I walk into a 5some.  Then again, it’s rare when I find myself in a situation when I walk into a 2some.  We can all learn a lot from Claude.

The one question we haven’t figured out is WTF he and I are going to talk about.  As jacked up (spicy hot) as the situation with #4 was, at least we had a shit ton to talk about.  Other than how much he wanted to pin me to the bed.  Look, I’ll be honest with you, I’m not really interested in talking to Civil Servant a whole lot.  We don’t have a ton in common, and I’ve found the text exchanges to be somewhat boring.  All I need is to figure out how to get through 2 drinks and then how to transition it back to my house without sounding/feeling like a complete whore.  Semi-whore is okay though.

So you tell me: what should we be discussing this evening while we’re at the bar?  I’m definitely open to suggestions.

 

 

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6 Responses to “Gimmie Love”

  1. Grey Goose, Dirty March 8, 2018 at 5:27 pm #

    Soooo, if it’s just a hookup, why even add the ‘date’ elements? Seriously, why go out? Have drinks at your place (maybe a shot before he gets there). No worries about conversation. Kind of empowering *in a semi slutty kinda way* to just treat it like what it is. 😉

    • Catherinette March 8, 2018 at 5:28 pm #

      Ach! I don’t know if I can do it. I feel like I need to feel the tiniest bit connected. Just a smidge. Plus I figured the hanging out at drinks could get flirty which makes the transition to the house WAY easier.

    • Grey Goose, Dirty March 8, 2018 at 5:31 pm #

      Ah, okay. Makes sense. I’m usually the same way. Except when on vacation apparently…

    • Catherinette March 8, 2018 at 5:38 pm #

      Your vacation slutty-ness is an inspiration to us all.

    • Grey Goose, Dirty March 8, 2018 at 5:40 pm #

      Hahaha. The key is the 7 hours of continuous drinking prior to said slutty-ness

    • Catherinette March 8, 2018 at 5:46 pm #

      Note to self: drink more alcohol.

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