I apologize for it being a week since my last post. But, I really haven’t had much dating action and as I previously mentioned, I’m not starting at ChiliBee’s with the rest of my training until August 10. That’s why I’ve been a bit quiet.
However, I didn’t come out of this weekend without a story worthy of a blog post! That’s always a positive, right?
On Friday night, I went out to the club with Spaniard Lady, and her boyfriend, Hairball. I guess technically, I was third-wheeling it, but I never feel like a third wheel around them because they’re good about not being all kissy face (which I find aggravating as shit, by the way!). It’s important to note that Spaniard and I are regulars at this particular establishment, and as such:
- Never pay a cover to get in–one of the managers loves us and walks us right in front of the line every single time, and;
- One of our good friends, Wednesday Adams, is a bartender, so we are fast tracked for drinks and typically charged for well or house liquor but served top shelf. Holler.
Hairball’s friends are also regulars, but they are lacking boobs so they still pay top dollar. Sucks for them.
Spaniard had mentioned to me at one point one particular guy that hangs out with some of Hairball’s friends, Rico Suave. Previously, she mentioned that he is a huge player who has several offspring produced with several baby mamas and that all he ever does is get hammered and go to the gym. On Friday night, Rico was there. I had never met him before, but while talking to Spaniard, he demanded an introduction.
He came over, informed me that I am his future girlfriend, and said something (I kid you not) about “I want to climb you like a tree, woman!”
Knowing his history and reputation, I decided to run with it because that’s how I roll. Rico and I traded numbers before heading home (not together, of course, don’t get too excited silly readers!).
Now, for the fun part and overall point of this post–our text message exchanges from Saturday and Sunday (today) where I show him who’s boss. Any grammatical errors are contained in the original messages. Enjoy!
(fifteen minutes pass, then he texts me again…)
(about 2 hours pass, then he texts me AGAIN…)
(now, fast forward to TODAY, when I got this last set of texts from him:)
…I’m pretty sure by the end he was pissed that I wasn’t at his every beck and call. Hell, the only reason why I even talked to him was for the sheer entertainment, and so that Spaniard, Hairball, and I could have a good laugh.
I secretly hope to hear from him again though. I’d love to go on just one date with Rico, so that I can entertain the internet with it. I’ll keep you guys posted.