So last weekend Lady Killer and Cosmo Girl hosted a party that had all the trimmings of a summer BBQ fiesta!
Good food, good friends and the definitive signs of good times…. (Yes, there are pics!)
Thanks to some totally awesome Sangria followed by a bottle (or two) of vino blanc, I was delightfully tipsy by the end of the night – which is about when that I discovered one of J’s friends had been showing a more than cursory interest in my drunken rambling stories. Drawn in by his charming smile and deep blue eyes, I continued to spew stories to him about life and love and loss, and one thing led to another and we ended up playing a very enjoyable game of tonsil hockey for the better part of the night and into the wee hours of the morning.
In the clear (and strong) light of day, a bit of mortification began to seep into my system, but Deep Blue seemed to not want to let go of the moment bestowing tiny little butterfly kisses on me – when no one was looking.
When we parted, he asked if he could call me and took my number and email.
On Monday, I received one polite message on Facebook (actually a reply to MY message) and then – NOTHING.
It’s been 5 days now, and no contact.
No phone call.
No message on stupid Facebook.
Nichego. (That’s Russian you plebeian!)
Ah well. At least he was a good kisser! Not a COMPLETE waste of my time! ;)
For more on the "Boys are SO Stupid" series, see here.