Chapter 3 - The One Who Got Away

It's been a minute since I've written about my misadventures in dating, no fear that I'm not single anymore, just have been busy working a lot at my day job. There have been a few developments in my personal life, but not much of developments. I guess we'll discuss boyfriend possibility number one. I went out partying with my girlfriend Steph one night and after spending a lot of time at a lame ass bar that I liked only because it had an outdoor patio where I could drink and smoke legally we decided to finally leave and go somewhere else as the only hot guy had left already. We went to another local bar here in Milford. It was pretty late, around 12 or 1 am by the time we got there and had a few more drinks and checked out the hot freaking men there (well I did anyway, Steph's attached). I ended up talking to one who gave me a ride home and we had really fucking great sex (insert condom ad, this night was brought to us by Trojan Her Pleasure (and it really was her pleasure that night)). Now come on, don't be judgemental, I had stopped seeing my fuck buddy the month before and was really wanting it bad, and it's not like anyone reading this has never ever had a one night stand. I didn't expect it to be a one night stand, he was a very hot guy, 30 years old, had a good job, nice body (really, really nice) and he was just hot. He had to leave a few hours later because his son was being dropped off at 7 am and he had to be home when his ex dropped him off. Before he left my house he gave me his phone number and I put it in my cell phone and each time I repeated it back I was wrong (the 8 or so beam and cokes I'd drank might have had something to do with that). Finally, the last time I repeated it back to him he told me I had it right and even though I didn't correct it in my cell phone directory I knew I would remember it. He told me to call him and then he kissed me while he held my face in his strong hands (wow, I love it when guys do that), and then he told me again to call him and I told him again that I would. He kissed me again before he repeated one last time for me to call him, this time I told him I would call him that I would call him today (it was today already nearing 4 am) and then he kissed me one last time before he left. It was so hot, I was on cloud nine and went to sleep and woke up with a smile.



I didn't in fact call him that day, due to circumstances that were out of my control. I just didn't have time to call him because of unexpected events and then working late. I settled on calling him the next night after I got off work. I tried calling the number that was in my cell phone and unless he turned black since he left my house early Saturday morning, I had the wrong number. Then it hit me how I kept entering his phone number wrong. I probably called 10 variations of the phone number I thought was his before finally giving up. Well, I guess giving up is not quite right, I gave up on calling him. I decided (kicking and screaming and dragging my feet the whole way) to post my very first ad in Craigslist under the missed connections column. I simply wrote that he gave me a ride home and that I kept getting his phone number wrong even though he told me 3 times what it was. I put for him to reply to my ad or to just stop by my house as we live in the same neighborhood. Much to my disappointment I received no reply and he hasn't stopped by my house.

Ok, was I really going to let this hot guy get away just like that? No, I don't think so. It took me a couple weeks to get the nerve up, but on 4th of July I decided since I didn't have any plans to walk down to the bar (it's a little ways from my house or I would go there more) and see if he was there. Much to my suprise he was there and surrounded by a group of his friends. It was impossible to get him alone so I didn't even try. I wanted to tell him that I tried to call him but had the wrong phone number, but didn't want to say it in front of his friends. I left myself open for him to come talk to me, I sat alone at a patio table just having my beam and coke and cigarette. He did waive to me and even said hi and we had 'small talk' and it was so small. I wanted to just scream why won't you just come over and talk to me, but I was way too sober to try anything like that. I still don't know if he didn't want to see me again or if maybe he thought I didn't want to see him again because I never called. Apparently him and his friends all go to said bar pretty frequently. I suppose I could go up there one night around closing time and would have pretty good odds of hooking up with him, but that's not what I want. I don't need another fuck buddy. I still have major heartbreak issues from my last fuck buddy. I suppose I can't put that blog off much longer, you'll read about him in the next post which will include new developments in that relationship. I'm very sad that I had the wrong number and never got together again with hot guy from the bar. Girls and guys take a lesson, make sure you have the right phone number before you let that hottie out of your sight. I guess for now I'll keep looking. This is Keri over and out and still single.