Monday, December 1, 2008
Pickles and Ice Cream
at 7:21 PM
Pickle Boy and I have been talking on the phone to each other since we met back in June. We did have a falling out of sorts when he forwardly asked me for a booty call back in early August. After about a month or so of not speaking, I emailed him and said that I missed our conversations. We've enjoyed talking again since then.
PB is a single dad and honestly, a really nice guy. The problem, it seems, is that he lives nearly 2 hours from me and both of our lives are so busy that we're pretty sure dating each other would be difficult.
"You know that we'll probably end up in bed together, T. Why fight it?"
He tells me this nearly every phone call. He's right. I remember the day we met - I was very taken aback at the instant chemistry between us. It's nice though, that the chemistry was there but I've taken 6 months of getting to know him before moving forward with anything.
I saw PB for only the second time this past Friday night.
He didn't even recognize me. When he first/last met me, I had just come in from a very rainy bike ride. I had no makeup, my hair was drenched, my bike clothes were soaked and I was a mess! And yet, he still tells me how hot I was that day. See what chemistry does?
So Friday night, I'm in my best jeans and a turtle neck and he looks at me but it doesn't register that I'm "that girl." We both laughed in recognition less than a minute later.
We were at a really crazy busy bar with my brother and one of PB's friends. The music was loud and the bar was crowded.
And there amongst the chaos, he reached for my hand.
Then his arms were around my waist.
Then he was kissing my cheek at random moments while talking to me (in my ear over the blaring hip-hop).
His friend was embarrassingly drunk and very feisty. The guy told me over and over again how beautiful I was and that I needed to go home with PB.
My brother was bored and getting hit on by a very obnoxious blonde. She even began hitting on me! (Remember the scene in Wedding Crashers where there was a Stage 4 Clinger? Um, yeah.)
PB and I had to part ways. As we did, he pulled me to him for an all out kiss.
The next day he called to tell me that he was thinking about me. We agreed that the comfort level was instant even though we've only been around each other less than 2 hours total.
We're trying to work out a time to go out again. Just the two of us.
I wonder if he'll come through on the Chocolate Cake sex I've been craving. Or if it'll just be more ice cream. (Hopefully full-on 31 flavors!)