I started talking to Santa last weekend and after a few days of him texting me and constantly emailing me risqué pictures, he asked if I wanted to meet him Tuesday or Wednesday evening. I of course said yes. Then yesterday while I was at work I started getting sick and ended up leaving early.
Earlier yesterday morning I had received a message from a guy on POF. He said he was a bartender at a bar on Bourbon Street. We’ll call him Ironman. He’s older than me, very handsome and local, always pluses. I had replied to his message and he then sent me his phone number and said to give him a call.
Since I was home just resting on the couch and not doing much else I decided to give Ironman a call. We had a nice conversation and I told him I was getting sick, so that’s why I sounded all stuffy. He offered to make me a hot toddy if I came and visited him at work. Normally when I’m sick I just want to stay on the couch and sleep it off, but he guaranteed one of his hot toddy concoctions would make me feel better. So I got my ass up and walked down to the bar where he works. It was about 3:45 pm when I got there. The bar was relatively empty. Bourbon Street doesn’t really get going until after six on weeknights. He waved at me as soon as I walked in and I went and sat down at the bar.
I ended up sitting there and drinking two hot toddies which did make me feel much better. I could actually breathe after drinking them. He and I talked for a while. At one point he asked if I’d like to come over to his house one night and watch a movie. That sounded like a good idea until I remembered that the headlights on my car still aren’t working. I told him about my car and he offered to pick me up and bring me home. That would be fine but I have to be at work earlier than him, plus I just met the guy and don’t want to have to be stuck spending the night at his house. What if I don’t like him after spending more time with him? You never know. It could happen.
When we were talking about all that and me coming to his house he said, “Now you know if you come over and watch a movie one thing will lead to another and we’ll end up having sex.” I was speechless. He said, “You’re blushing!” No shit Sherlock. I’ve never had someone who I’ve just met come right out and tell me that we were going to have sex the next time we hung out together. I still don’t know what to think about that one. Now I’m afraid to even go watch a movie with him.
While I was sitting at the bar waiting on Ironman to wait on some customers I checked my phone. I had a couple of emails and texts from Santa. Of course I was afraid to even open the attachments on the emails because I was pretty sure I knew what they were. In reading his texts messages I found out that he had a friend, a very hot friend, who also wanted to hang out with me. In other words, they wanted to double team me. It’s not often that I have the chance to have a threesome with two extremely hot-bodied, and more than likely bisexual, men. However I did manage to pick my jaw up off the floor and tell Santa that I wasn’t interested in a threesome with them. He said that was cool, he just thought he would ask. Isn’t that sweet.
So after all that it was time for Ironman to get off work. He tried his hardest to get me to let him drive me home…all of eight blocks, but I told him I had to go to the grocery store anyway so I would just walk. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, twice, and a hug, and then I was on my way home. When he hugged me I did grab his upper arm for a second and could feel some major muscles going on there. I won’t let that sway my judgement though. I don’t think we have enough in common and it seems he’s only looking to get laid. At least now I can say I’ve had a hot toddy though. 🙂
Other than that I’ve not had much luck with Plenty of Fish. I’m thinking of just hiding my profile again and giving dating a rest for a while. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll even be living here. Between Manwhore’s mood swings, his new girlfriend the witch, my lack of job satisfaction, and my complete and utter disgust with the men of this city, I am guessing I won’t have much reason to stay. If I could meet some decent people to have as friends then that might change my mind, but so far I can’t even find that. I really miss hanging out with you-know-who, but I’m also pissed off that he still won’t tell me what happened. Anyway, at least when I was living with my sister I had her and my nephew to keep me entertained.
I don’t know what the hell I want to do at this point. I’m sick and my head hurts. Goodnight y’all.