Why are you single?
You’re gorgeous.
Wow.
Thanks darling.
That was super nice to hear, especially in my nanny regalia, which granted is cute, but not sexy.
I also got the sexy compliment.
Which coming from a FIREFIGHTER made my day.
Did I just turn down sex on a first date with a firefighter?
FIREFIGHTER!
Fuck.
I did.
Damn it.
First off.
I’m going to TMI y’all right now.
First day of a my period is not my sexy time.
It can be, I can and have had great fucking times on my period, but for my first time with someone, my first hang out, yikes, not so much.
And.
I didn’t shave today.
So.
No.
I’m not sleeping with the firefighter.
Right now.
Ooooheee.
God damn.
Smokin’.
And nice.
He was very nice.
We “met” on Tinder.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, like last summer, I think, when I was still using the app, but we never quite connected.
We’re not friends on facecrack but he does follow me on Instagram and, yes, that’s right, I had my first time getting asked out on Instagram.
That was a new one for me.
Kind of fun.
The crazy thing is, we live in the same neighborhood.
Like.
A fucking block away from each other.
Shit.
If it weren’t my first day on my period I would throw myself in the shower, shave them stems and um, heh, go make a new friend.
Ahem.
FIREFIGHTER.
Ok.
I’ll stop now.
firefighter.
Heh.
I feel like Samantha in Sex in the City when she goes to the firehouse.
Of course, in the episode, I think she got stranded naked in the station when the alarm goes off and her date has to leave to go put out a fire.
Not really the outcome I want to have.
Anyway.
Said gentleman, liked one of my posts on Insta and sent me a message.
The timing was pretty spot on, I had just gotten in and I was registering for fall classes.
And I was messaging with some of my classmates about classes and things and I get the message let’s get a coffee.
And of course.
I’m intrigued.
He’s gorgeous.
And well.
I’m trying to be spontaneous.
And we live in the same neighborhood.
I asked, “let’s get coffee sometime or tonight?”
“Tonight.”
Well then.
I suggested tea since it was late and we met and hung out and marveled that we’d never run into each other before, I mean, he literally lives a block away on the same fucking street, but nope, never seen each other in the hood at all.
We flirted.
There was flirting.
There was a lot of flirting.
And I let it stay there.
I am actually rather amazed that I did.
Of course when I got home I got a few more messages.
This time on my phone, I figured we’d gotten to know each other enough that I could give him my number.
When he texted me and asked me why were texting and not making out I just about fell out of my chair.
I told him I had homework.
I told him I was writing.
I got flustered and broke and dropped the TMI bomb.
“That has nothing to do with us making out.”
Oh damn.
I’m not flustered at all, at all, at all.
Ok.
Well.
Maybe a little bit.
I did, before we parted, give him a little information, as he asked the why am I single question twice, I think he may have also been implying that he might want to try out for the position, or perhaps just positioning himself to be, I got to stop, I can’t even go there.
Um.
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
I did tell him I was seeing people, that I had, in fact a date on Thursday, but that I wasn’t exclusive with anyone, not that I would be, the date Thursday is a first date, but all in all, I have to say, um, super fucking validating and fun experience.
I liked his confidence and I liked that I felt confident too.
Even in my nanny togs.
If a man thinks I’m sexy in a long sleeve black dress with black leggings and Converse, well, that bodes well for when I am actually in a put together outfit.
I don’t look slovenly, there’s that, I won’t lie, if I thought I wasn’t looking pretty I wouldn’t have left the house in my work clothes.
But.
I also didn’t feel like trying really hard on a Tuesday night to get all made up and glammed up, especially to grab a cup of tea at Java Beach.
There will be time.
I told him that was very tempted by the make out, but, I decided, for me, that it would be better to go on another date, before leaping into the make out.
So.
I asked for a rain check.
Who is this person?
And.
He said, absolutely.
And we text flirted a little more and now I’m up past my bed time, but, so what, that was fun.
I haven’t had that kind of forward as fuck attention in a while, super fun, super validating, sexy as fuck flirting.
I think the Universe did that one up on purpose.
Thanks God.
I needed that.
And.
Um.
I’ll take hot make out with a firefighter for $200 once I get my get out of Jail free card from my body.
Anticipation is also not a bad thing.
Not a bad thing at all.
Giggles to self.
Ok.
Going to stop this silliness now.
Night.
Sweet dreams.
Or
Incindiary.
Same/same.
Heh.
Auntiebubba 