On a whim and just because I felt like a crazy girl, I did send Jay a picture of my topless boobs. It must have been pretty good because he sent me flowers and a teddy bear that following Friday. So, yeah I felt a little cheap and a little like an extortionist but it was all worth it to see my jealous co-workers wonder who the gifts were from. I did end up mailing Jay a funny Valentines Day card, not as a “thank you” but more as an afterthought. Now I have to deal with the idea that my naked boobs are floating around on this guy’s iPhone. Oh well, I wasn’t going to run for public office anyway.
Here are the flowers and the card he sent along. Ughhh:
But that wasn’t the AWESOME event. This was:
After less than a week, Sandy conjures up the courage to call her super crush Jeff from the Superbowl party. She asked if he was serious about the double date with his cute friend Shawn, who quickly has become my super crush, too. I know Shawn likes me, as was evident during the post-Superbowl hug so I wasn’t too worried. What did worry me was whether or not they’d actually go for the date. Imagine my surprise when I get a text from Sandy on Friday night that the boys are set to see us again on Sunday. Not even a week and a double date is sealed! Ahhhh!
The next day was Saturday and Dan came over to help with some home improvements for my new place. I was wondering if I’d be so bold to get flowers from Jay, fuck Danny the next day, then go on a double date with Shawn the following afternoon. But of course, Dan found a way to fuck it up and “forgot” to bring condoms when I picked him up. Yeah, not only was he an hour and a half late, he also neglected to remember I had told him more than once that sex was imminent. So we just dicked around at my house then went to get food. I gave him a couple of song lyrics that I had printed out for him. I told him they reminded me of the new “us” that has taken root. A token of my esteem and an early piss-poor Valentines Day gift, you could say. It was Sade’s “No Ordinary Love” and Dave Matthews Band “The Space Between.” He liked the DMB song a lot and said the Sade song was kind of sad. Ehh, I guess so. I had a real Valentines Day card for him but at the last minute, I forgot. Now I don’t think he deserves it.
Sunday finally came and the pit of my stomach was trembling with excitement. What to wear?! I finally decided on jeans, black ballet flats, a low cut top and a flannel long sleeve shirt on top. I was careful with my make up and flat ironed my very short hair. I looked smokin’ hot! I was ready to meet up with Shawn.
The drive to Jeff’s apartment in Long Beach was filled with nervous laughter and wild thoughts of where this evening would go. I was so happy when we finally parked and met up with Jeff. He took us inside his cool bachelor pad and sure enough there was cute Shawn, drinking a beer and watching TV. Once all “hellos” had been exchanged, I made a bee-line for Shawn and sat right next to him. We spent a good while sitting around, cracking jokes, getting acquainted with the boys and being generally silly with one another. I soon learned that Shawn is 33 years old; he lives alone in Seal Beach, drives a truck and works in finance for an insurance company. That was a very big surprise to me: this made him to date the oldest (and most stable) guy I’ve ever gone out with. Whoa. I don’t think we’re in East L.A. anymore, Toto.
We had dinner at Oggi’s, a pizza and micro-brew joint that I had previously been to but in a different city. When it came to drinks, I started to sweat. I knew everyone was going to order beer. Remember, I hate beer. Love alcohol but I can’t stand beer. I faked a good move there at the end and told the waitress I’d have the same beer as Shawn, a little blonde ale called “California Gold.” It wasn’t too bad and I could stomach it along with my burger. I was glad for how well the conversation flowed and I learned even more about Shawn. He likes hockey too (a Detroit Red Wings fan) and even played it when he was younger. He surfs occasionally, has tattoos all over his arms and legs. He even sports pierced ears. He’s your typical Orange County boy with beguiling brown eyes and a soft-spoken voice. He smiles when he talks to me and is very sweet. I was smitten right away.
Back at Jeff’s place we sat around and watched an old surfing movie called “The Endless Summer” and the boys practically did the commentary for the whole film. Sandy and I tried our best to keep up! Then after that was over we watched hockey highlights and I found out that Shawn had gotten into a few hockey “scraps” (i.e. fights) back in the day. I made sure to tell him that was sexy. As the evening went on, it became apparent that each couple was hitting it off. Sandy and Jeff disappeared into Jeff’s room and I stayed on the couch, right up on Shawn. He and I changed the channel and we both found out we like the same shows. We watched Tosh.0 and proceeded to loudly laugh our asses off while Sandy and Jeff talked (and got to second base) in the next room. In between commercial breaks, I started to ask him more question and he asked me a bunch back. He was born in Oregon but raised in Orange County. He likes a lot of the same bands I do and it was freaky to find out we had attended two of the same concerts last year. He said he really likes going to shows and that just about made me want to kiss him. I told him going to concerts was my passion, too and I mentioned a few I was planning on going to this year. Maybe he might even be my date? Hmmm, we shall see.
He asked me for my phone number and though he misspelled my name on the first try, he redeemed himself by saying it was exotic. I got his right on the first try, though I did have help from Sandy.
I loved how well we hit it off and was slightly disappointed when Jeff and Sandy came back from their make out session. Jeff made fun of us for not doing the same but I didn’t care. I liked that for once I was taking it slow with a guy who wasn’t leaving the next day or who didn’t live in another state. It was past 12:30 am when we all grabbed our stuff and made our way to our cars. I completely forgot Sandy and I had to work the next day!
The “good-night” session was the cherry on top of the sundae of this whole double date. I told Sandy and Jeff to go on ahead of us as Shawn and I stood in the shadows of Jeff’s garage door. The awkwardness and obviousness of the situation was so palpable, it was almost hilarious. I don’t even remember what I whispered to Shawn as we stood there face to face, since it felt like all my words were just white noise right before he kissed me. I just know that he said for me to call him that week and that I should drive over to see him at his place in Seal Beach. I told him I liked that and felt myself smile. And then it happened...that moment we all anticipate when a date goes well: the first kiss. He leaned down a little and softly kissed me on the corner of my bottom lip. I think we both misjudged the distance but it was a nanosecond before I leaned up into the kiss and tasted his sweet, sweet mouth. Oh, I could have DIED it all felt so perfect. As we kissed and kissed, I felt his arms slide over and hug my waist. I placed my hands firmly on his shoulders and stood on tippy-toes to steady myself. I could have kissed him forever. I could have drowned in happiness kissing this boy. When we finally pulled away, I giggled and told him he was pretty tall. I saw him smile to himself, almost ironically: Shawn’s only about 5’10” actually.
We caught up to Jeff and Sandy over at Sandy’s car. We all did a round of goodbyes and then kissed our boys goodnight again. Albeit brief, I savored the last goodnight kiss in all of its glory. Soft lips, sweet mouth, ahhhhh Shawn kills me. Just as I pulled away to turn back to Sandy’s car, he comes at me with a last, quick peck on the mouth. I promised I’d text him when I got home. I didn’t want to leave!!!
The entire drive home was peppered with anxious talk about what happened and how it all went. We quickly became two giggly school girls on the playground. What did it all mean?!
I got home and crawled into bed with a huge fucking grin on my face. I couldn’t get past how awesome my night with Shawn had been. I texted him just before I drifted off to sleep.
Me: Made it to the ‘hood safe. Thank you for a great evening. And uhm...Happy Valentines Day? Haha…goodnight.
Only about a minute later...
Shawn: Your welcome. Have a good evening !
I think I can live with his bad grammar. He’s just that cute:
I broke the news to Jay last night regarding my new crush, mostly to spare me of his never-ending texts and phone calls. He sounded like a deflated balloon. Guess we won’t be seeing the Deftones in June together. That’s just how it has to be. Even if things with Shawn don’t work out, I’d rather be alone than be persistently hounded by Jay. The flowers and all is nice, but I'm just not that into him.
Tonight around 8:30 I plan to swallow my fear and call Shawn up. It’s supposed to be a long weekend coming up so maybe I can see this boy one-on-one. Come on nerves, come on butterflies in my stomach, come on hopes and aspirations, come on good luck, and come on love goddesses from above: DON’T FAIL ME NOW! Please pick up when I call tonight, Shawn. I’m rolling the dice and I’m betting on you.
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