Mmmmuscles...

So one morning I was up kind of early and I thought that I'd just log on to the dating site as I drink my coffee. You know to check out if I received any new smiles etc. This message pops up in the instant message part(where you can chat live). The guy says: "You are stunning. May I introduce myself?"
I click delete, because my friend told me not to bother with instant messaging. So that was that, and on I went with my day...

Let's just call him: the guy I plan to have lots of sex with...no that's no catchy enough.
Hmmm. I know!
Let's just call him: Mr. Trouble.

A few nights later, I was on again and he pops up and wants to talk. So this time, I click on his profile and read what it says about him. It doesn't say very much actually. What I do know is that he's Black, 5"10. He was born in Trinidad. Lived in New York and Germany for a while, likes motorcycles and going out to dance clubs. He's 37. He likes to stay fit and often goes to the gym. He's cute! Mmmmuscles!!!

So I engage. I respond to his instant message. I can't remember what we talked about. I think I said something like "I'm not really one for instant messaging, email me..." And he said "I'm not really one for email", and gave me his phone number. This guy gives me tingles.

So the next day, I call him. I instantly like the sound of his voice. It's both smooth and deep. I ask him what he's doing, and he tells me that he's at Future Shop buying a T.V.

Ah, what? That's not sexy. So he's telling me about the T.V. that he's buying...
Ah, excuse me? That's not sexy. Why answer your phone? I ask him if I should call him later, or would he like to call me when he's done with his T.V. He says no, that he's at the cash right now and so he can talk. Fine. So we have a weird conversation where he's partly talking about extended warantees (I guess with the sales person) and then he comes back to me and asks me something about my life. I do remember that he asked me where I lived twice. Pay attention please! There will be a test!
Anyway, then he tells me that he's home and that he has to let me go because he's going to lose reception when he goes into the underground parking of his condo. I say fine. He says that he'll call me back. Hmmm...Girl Friday, trust your gut!

So I wait for a bit, and then I think "he's not calling". I decide to go online (why not right?) as I'm waiting. He's there and he instant messages me "I lost your number", so I give it to him, but he wants to talk online...I do for a bit, and then I tell him that I've got to go. Trust your gut! I think this guy is a total player.

So over the next week or so he calls me at odd times like 2:30 in the afternoon. I call him back and I get his voicemail. We talk occasionally, but never for very long. Basically, we keep leaving messages on each other's voicemail. Finally, I just decide to throw away his number and delete him from my phone.

The weekend passes and Sunday night I'm online. Again he pops up, and says something like "I lost your number". I tell him flat out "I think maybe that's a good thing".
"No!" he says, "I really want to meet you".
So we decide for some reason to talk on msn. We have a pretty flirtatious and somewhat "R" rated conversation. In fact, he's managed to make me want to meet him too. This guy is trouble for sure. A total player, I can just tell. I am completely intrigued. Did I mention that he's cute? Mmmmuscles remember? What should we do ladies?

I surrender and tell him that I'm free on Wednesday. We have a date.
Monday morning I get a text from him. It says: Good morning. How's your day so far?
Tuesday afternoon I get a text from him. It says: Anticipating tomorrow night.
Wednesday morning I get a text from him. It says: Are you ready for me???

OMG!

Date Night

So my friend comes over to baby sit for me and this time I'm prepared. His number is programmed into my phone, and I've set up my voicemail! Yay Girl Friday! I'm looking good, and this time I pull out my secret weapon: L'eau (my perfume) by Issey Miyake...no man can resist it.

Off I go to meet him at this nice restaurant nearby. Of course, I'm exactly on time. I tell the waiter that I need a table for two. He seats me near the back, and as I sit down he asks me what perfume I'm wearing (I'm not lying!!). Yes! I think to myself...it's already working. I tell him, and he says that it smells "incredible". I smile and say thanks.

Mr. Trouble arrives and greets me with a hug and a kiss. He says "Wow, you smell great. Nice to finally meet you." Awesome, another man crumbling at my feet...thank-you Issey Miyake! He sits down across the booth from me and tells me that I look beautiful. Aww.

He's more than cute. I can't take my eyes off him! I can see that the feeling is mutual. There's some serious chemistry happening here.

I honestly can not remember what we talked about! What I do remember is when he decided to join me on my side of the booth. He puts his arms around me, hesitates for a second and then kisses me. He just doesn't stop. I forgot how intoxicating it is when you kiss someone new for the first time. Then he orders me a piece of chocolate cake!!! Wow. What more can I say? I get to have my cake and eat it too...

I don't know how I managed to resist him enough to get him to drive me home. Even when he drops me off at my place, he just won't let me go...this guy is hot.

I thank him for the date, and he says that he'll talk to me tomorrow.

I go upstairs and dish with my friend about how awesome the night was!

I don't know how I'm going to fall asleep.

Apparently he feels the same way...he text messaged me four times in the night.

Sorry ladies, those ones are just for me...