Re: http://adventuresinthe916.blogspot.com/2009/08/younger-man.html
Yeah. That was a no-go. He never called me. I sent him a text the next week saying I hoped he was having a great weekend in Vegas (Labor Day Weekend). He wrote me back saying "I hate Vegas". I wrote him saying "Care to elaborate?" and never heard back.
Kind of bizarre. But, whatever.
Monday, September 28, 2009
A Taste of Sacramento
Last Friday I attended the "Taste of Sacramento" event, a fundraiser for Easter Seals. It's one of those wine and food sampling events where various wineries, breweries and restaurants offer up tastings and small portions for attendees. I arrived with three friends and met up with three other friends at the party. At various times in the night, I was with different people or just wandering around by myself, basically trying to drink as much wine as possible (wanted to get my $30 worth, you know). As is common at these events, there were super-long lines at the food vendors, so I didn't get too much to eat. But I also didn't feel hungry. My three original friends left fairly early, as they were frustrated by the food line situation. I was happy to stay and wait it out. I left with one friend plus two of her friends (a married couple) and we headed to DeVere's, an Irish pub nearby.
We found a table at the pub and proceeded to order some food: fish and chips for the couple, and my friend and I split an order of fries (I mean chips) and dipping sauces. I had a Harp, my friend ordered a Hoegaarden. After a while, the married couple left (they had to drive back to the 'burbs, after all) and it was just the single girls. We walked to the bar to order more beers (a Hoegaarden each) and my friend struck up a conversation with a table of four cute guys. The cutest one (in my opinion) was talking to me and he told me he thinks we've met before. I'll fall for it - why not? No, but really, we had met before. He figured it out. I never would have recognized him. At my last job (more than 2 years ago now) we hosted a bunch of interns from Italy. This guy had been friends with one of my interns, and he and I were briefly introduced one night at a cowboy bar in Elk Grove. His name was familiar to me and I remembered that the girl had been really crazy about him - but she had to go back to Italy. He told me he had visited her in Italy a couple years ago when he was on vacation there. He is from Lodi, where my mom grew up and where my grandfather and some family members still live. He works for the state, a few blocks from where I work. He mentioned that he graduated from high school in 1999 and asked me when I graduated. I refused to answer and just told him I graduated in the '90s. It's true, and he doesn't need to know that I'm seven years older than him (making him 28). He lived in Germany for a year and a half and speaks German. And he's hot - did I mention that already? He left *today* for a trip to Munich, to attend Oktoberfest! Then he's going to France for two weeks to travel around. He asked for my number...he even joked that he might not remember me after three weeks in Europe. No doubt. If I were him, I'd totally forget about some chick at a bar in Sacramento after hooking up with European girls for weeks! So I figured I definitely wouldn't hear from him. Of course I'd be thrilled to hear from him when he gets back - but the chances of that are slim, very slim.
This guy had to leave early (actually it was about 12:30 am) because his ride was taking off. I was bummed that he left...wished I'd have asked him to stay. But I wasn't lonely for long, because I was flirting with one of his buddies, who, as it turned out, doesn't really know him anyway and was just in town for the weekend from LA. I felt that the attraction was mutual and it wasn't long before I took him out on the patio and we starting making out. The patio faces the street and there were tons of people out there and walking by. Classy! What can I say, it was the alcohol.
My friend was stuck inside talking to his friend and she told us the guy was "a douche." So the three of us took off and we got her a cab - she was in no shape to drive and luckily she wasn't going to fight us. Then the random guy and I got a taxi and headed to my place. He came inside - I gave him a house tour and got us some water. I told him he could stay...he said he'd just stay for a couple of hours. Oh kay. Whatever - I told him he could stay for the whole night. We went to my room...he got in my bed and I went to go take out my contacts. I don't remember brushing my teeth or really anything, but I know I had my glasses on. I thought he was asleep, but when I laid down he started cuddling with me immediately. Kinda nice. Haven't had a cute guy in my bed for a while. Oh - about this guy - he is 30 and lives in Westwood and has his own marketing firm. He was staying with his grandfather in Davis, and he grew up in Tiburon. He wasn't very tall, maybe slightly taller than me. I thought he was skinny but he was pretty muscular. I'll spare the details of what occurred between us but I'll say that clothing remained on and he was respectful. We fell asleep. He got up at some point, pull on his jeans, and left. It was still dark, I don't know what time it was. I'm so glad he left, though, because I was in a world of pain and hurt when I woke up. Didn't want anyone to be witness to that. Seriously bad hangover. I don't remember the last time I felt that shitty. It definitely ranked in the top 20 of all-time shitty hangovers, though. I didn't re-join the world until after 2 p.m. on Saturday. Finally started feeling "normal" by 6 p.m. I stayed in to complete my recovery.
This afternoon (Monday) at work I checked my cell phone (I keep it on silent during the day out of consideration for my office mate - wouldn't it be nice if she did the same??) and I had a text message from a (209) area code - Lodi! Yes, it was from hot guy #1. He wrote me that he was about to board his flight to Munich, and wasn't I jealous? (yes!!) Hm. Maybe I will hear from him when he gets back. I won't count on it, but I'll be hopeful.
We found a table at the pub and proceeded to order some food: fish and chips for the couple, and my friend and I split an order of fries (I mean chips) and dipping sauces. I had a Harp, my friend ordered a Hoegaarden. After a while, the married couple left (they had to drive back to the 'burbs, after all) and it was just the single girls. We walked to the bar to order more beers (a Hoegaarden each) and my friend struck up a conversation with a table of four cute guys. The cutest one (in my opinion) was talking to me and he told me he thinks we've met before. I'll fall for it - why not? No, but really, we had met before. He figured it out. I never would have recognized him. At my last job (more than 2 years ago now) we hosted a bunch of interns from Italy. This guy had been friends with one of my interns, and he and I were briefly introduced one night at a cowboy bar in Elk Grove. His name was familiar to me and I remembered that the girl had been really crazy about him - but she had to go back to Italy. He told me he had visited her in Italy a couple years ago when he was on vacation there. He is from Lodi, where my mom grew up and where my grandfather and some family members still live. He works for the state, a few blocks from where I work. He mentioned that he graduated from high school in 1999 and asked me when I graduated. I refused to answer and just told him I graduated in the '90s. It's true, and he doesn't need to know that I'm seven years older than him (making him 28). He lived in Germany for a year and a half and speaks German. And he's hot - did I mention that already? He left *today* for a trip to Munich, to attend Oktoberfest! Then he's going to France for two weeks to travel around. He asked for my number...he even joked that he might not remember me after three weeks in Europe. No doubt. If I were him, I'd totally forget about some chick at a bar in Sacramento after hooking up with European girls for weeks! So I figured I definitely wouldn't hear from him. Of course I'd be thrilled to hear from him when he gets back - but the chances of that are slim, very slim.
This guy had to leave early (actually it was about 12:30 am) because his ride was taking off. I was bummed that he left...wished I'd have asked him to stay. But I wasn't lonely for long, because I was flirting with one of his buddies, who, as it turned out, doesn't really know him anyway and was just in town for the weekend from LA. I felt that the attraction was mutual and it wasn't long before I took him out on the patio and we starting making out. The patio faces the street and there were tons of people out there and walking by. Classy! What can I say, it was the alcohol.
My friend was stuck inside talking to his friend and she told us the guy was "a douche." So the three of us took off and we got her a cab - she was in no shape to drive and luckily she wasn't going to fight us. Then the random guy and I got a taxi and headed to my place. He came inside - I gave him a house tour and got us some water. I told him he could stay...he said he'd just stay for a couple of hours. Oh kay. Whatever - I told him he could stay for the whole night. We went to my room...he got in my bed and I went to go take out my contacts. I don't remember brushing my teeth or really anything, but I know I had my glasses on. I thought he was asleep, but when I laid down he started cuddling with me immediately. Kinda nice. Haven't had a cute guy in my bed for a while. Oh - about this guy - he is 30 and lives in Westwood and has his own marketing firm. He was staying with his grandfather in Davis, and he grew up in Tiburon. He wasn't very tall, maybe slightly taller than me. I thought he was skinny but he was pretty muscular. I'll spare the details of what occurred between us but I'll say that clothing remained on and he was respectful. We fell asleep. He got up at some point, pull on his jeans, and left. It was still dark, I don't know what time it was. I'm so glad he left, though, because I was in a world of pain and hurt when I woke up. Didn't want anyone to be witness to that. Seriously bad hangover. I don't remember the last time I felt that shitty. It definitely ranked in the top 20 of all-time shitty hangovers, though. I didn't re-join the world until after 2 p.m. on Saturday. Finally started feeling "normal" by 6 p.m. I stayed in to complete my recovery.
This afternoon (Monday) at work I checked my cell phone (I keep it on silent during the day out of consideration for my office mate - wouldn't it be nice if she did the same??) and I had a text message from a (209) area code - Lodi! Yes, it was from hot guy #1. He wrote me that he was about to board his flight to Munich, and wasn't I jealous? (yes!!) Hm. Maybe I will hear from him when he gets back. I won't count on it, but I'll be hopeful.
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