The Lost Plum…

I’ve been getting alot of messages wanting more details about “Babyface” after my drunken make-out a week back.

Well here is the thing, I am not really here to blog solely on my dating life, and give everyone a break down. (Although I love a good play-by-play…and I know you guys do too!) I also try to never write about someone I am seeing, or see once and might like to see again. I leave the writing for after, the later, the “he’s never calling me back” light bulb above the head.

So, I guess here is the story update on  “Babyface”.

*Insert the ‘he’s not calling me back’ light bulb going off.  <ding>

I got a text message form “Babyface” Sunday morning, afternoon, late afternoon. I in my bed and he in his, exchanged texts about our drunken debaucheries, are meeting, and of course or desire to finally get out of bed and eat something.

He gives me an invite to join him for an early dinner. I text why not, as I’m throwing covers and clothes off me and jumping in the shower.

SIDEBAR: That’s a lie I wasn’t wearing clothes!

I’m running a few late (and had to drop off something at a friends first) I of course text him say so, he says no worries, he lives like 5 blocks from the place anyways.

I get there 3min. late (my bad) he’s there just starting his first beer.

We chitchat, drink, and eat some food, and drink some more. We then head to another bar for a happy hour, and drink more.

About my 4th beer in he turns to me and says,

“Are you nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous? (Laugh, throw back drink) why are you?!”

“You look nervous…You’re so cute”

And he leans in and kisses me.

Now we know how I feel about PDA and don’t get me started on PDA in a place where they serve food.

But (wait for it) I didn’t really mind.  Something about making out in the back booth of an empty bar didn’t bother me so much (it took the P out of the PDA) Maybe, this is why he kept saying I looked nervous.

So you can use your ever-exciting imaginations to imagine what happens next……and then on Tuesday I send him a quick text along the lines of :   Had a great time Sunday, let do it again soon.

Nothing……

Friday night I’m out with friends and a few sangria pitchers later I bring it up, that I never heard from him….not to bitch just bring it up as a fact of life.

And my amazing friend “C” turns to me and says he’s not interested in the best way I have ever heard someone say it.  He grabs his phone and starts pretending to text.

“You see me! You see! See what I’m doing.  Look! Look! It’s not that hard.  ‘ohh there’s a pretty girl on the other end, I need to text back like NOW’….oh she texted again, yeah, text back again…..”

He then closes his phone puts it down and says “He’s a stupid dick!”

“Did you see me, before texting, that’s to the girl I don’t even really like like, and I don’t even want to sleep with her…..you are amazing, anyone who doesn’t text you back asap is crazy!”

I love my friends sometimes…….well all the time!