It’s Monday and I am STILL flying high off of another great weekend!
Although I haven’t shared many details about Rescue 911 (the ex), let me just say I’ve been enjoying the reunion and the ride. Literally and figuratively. He’s like my dirty little secret, so perhaps I’ll share more about him at a later date.
And since I’ve been digging in the crates, how about I update you on that little POF situation I had with the one I’m calling Come Back Charlie (thanks to Just Saying for coming up with this nickname).
Remember he’s the one who contacted me saying how much he’d really like to know me, and then I gave him his “ahhhhhh” moment with my you-already-know-me-dummy reply?
Well…. Some of you said “hell no, ignore him like the plague” and others said “sure, why not have a little fun and mess with him and report back”. So…
Here’s the report!
I ended up replying to his second message after he apologized profusely for not having recognized me and just as one of my readers (Caleb) predicted, he would NOT go away after that.
The follow up messages after I blew him off were okay since they were pretty light-hearted. It wasn’t until he noticed that I was ready to pluck him off without a second thought, his strategy went to that of “let’s at least reconnect as friends”.
What happens next?
Well the same day (Thursday) he is blessed with getting my number again and immediately fires off a few follow up messages. Nothing too off the wall, but mainly asking different catch up questions about how things ended that last time between us, asking what I’d been up to etc..
I reminded him that YES – I remembered the crazy chick who flattened his tires and keyed his car and YES, I remembered the other crazy chick who broke into his place and decorated his bedroom walls with chocolate syrup. But that no, we never had a bad falling out- I just stopped communicating with him because he seemed to have way too much drama.
A day later, we agreed to meet up just to get reacquainted. I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in dealing with him romantically and was NOT accepting applications for a new fu*k buddy, CBC was a little taken aback that I was so frank, but took it for what it was. We agreed to hook up for a friendly outing sometime soon and left I at that.
Quite the persistent one, he asked if he could have some time with me just a few days later so Saturday arrives and the lower level of Ikea is where we agreed to meet.
As I’m stroing through the parking lot I see him walking my way, and he’s just as I remembered him from years ago. That graceful walk and muscular 6’4 frame was still the same. He’s got this amazing sun kissed, golden bronze complexion, a mesmerizing smile and a great set of teeth.
CBC greeted me with a hug and compliment by saying “you look great, I remember it all now”.
I’m ready for an enjoyable outing and when he said we were ready to do some walking around, he was serious.
We did say a “friendly outing” but what we ended up doing was NOT what I had in mind.
I’m strutting around from store to store in 4 inch heels, wind blowing me around, hairdo going from curly and cute to toussled and messy.
It was all fun and games for a couple of minutes but then I’m like what’s the deal? He replies “you’re the one who downgraded yourself telling me you didn’t want a date and just wanted to hang out, so we’re hanging out”.
We made a stop for a car charger (me), laptop adapter (him), incense (us), $1 bookstore (us), Jamba Juice (hell yeah, me!), Wing Stop (us). I mean we just walked, talked, cracked jokes and really enjoyed each others company. We had a great time!
How often can you say you’ve gotten together with someone and just did normal stuff like running errands?
We liked that the usual first-time meeting nervousness wasn’t there and although it’s been years, the conversation and good vibes just flowed.
The more we talked, the more his memory was definitely coming back to him and hell yes- he was having some wonderful flashbacks as was I of our more intimate moments.
He told me he remembered my lips and their softness. He recalled that I was a great kisser. He chuckled when also remembering I was great at “other” things as well.
So at the end of our outing, we agreed that me responding to him on POF was a GOOD thing. That staying in touch would be an even BETTER thing. That being open to whatever could be a AWESOME thing.
I’m violating my own rules dealing with this guy because once I’m done with you, there’s no turning back.
We shall see what happens next.
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