soccerjo9 (soccerjo9) wrote in boys_and_girls,

(Unhappy Happiness) Mr Gorgeous

I have a lot of craziness going on in my life. I figured writing them down and sharing it to the world would be a good idea to get different opinions and views from people I don't know (that way there are no bias decisions). I thought I'd start from the beginning to get a better understanding of my life.

Winter 2006 - Boy meets Girl
It was always the four of us; Jessie, Dana, Rachel and me. I've never had many girlfriends. I always thought girls are too high maintenance and selfish. We were close - we even gave each other titles. Jessie was the drama queen - always so dramatic and was big into school plays; Dana was the party animal - she had connections with the whole world I swear - she knew who was having a party and where there would be one; Rachel was the wild one - if we tell her to do something, she would most definitely do it; and I was the innocent one - I was the last to turn 21, never smoked or done drugs, and never had a one-night-stand. I may have A LOT of guy-friends, but I have never kissed any of them. They all viewed me as "one of the guys."

Anyways, back to my friends and I. We would go out to bars and dance clubs together almost every weekend. I've met a lot of guys that my girlfriends would want me to date, but I didn't feel comfortable enough to actually go on a date with them.

There was one guy I've talked though online every once in a while that lived about 30 minutes away. His name is Kevin. He was super gorgeous. Tall, really muscular, shaggy blonde curly hair and from chatting online, seemed to have a great personality. He used to be a model for Abercrombie, but stopped because he got a few tattoos on his upper arms. And I guess the agency he worked for frowned-upon tattoos. We've never talked about actually meeting in person which didn't bother me.

On Halloween weekend, the girls and I went to the bars downtown (biggest hangout for college students). Our favorite bar was called Confetti's. It was basically a dance club. It was always crowded and the music bouncing. During one of our drinking break from dancing like crazy, I spotting a guy who I swore looked just like Kevin. He and his buddy were dressed up like snow boarders (Minus the snow suites). We must have stared at each other several times throughout the night. I never worked up the courage to say something to him that night.

Days later, I finally sent Kevin a message though his Myspace page (a social networking site before Facebook).
"Hey there, I gotta ask. I swore I saw you at one of the bars here in town and was wondering if I was just seeing a look-a-like."
Later on, I got a reply back
"Nope, you definitely saw me. I thought the same exact thing. I was too shy to talk to you. If I knew that it was you for sure, I definitely would have come and talked to you"
After that message I got all giddy. Something clicked in my mind and I wanted to actually meet up. So I sent a message back.
"The girls and I are planning on going out this weekend. Want to meet up at Confetti's? We're thinking around 9:30-10:00pm -ish"
Almost immediately, a respond.
"Sounds good to me. My buddy and I were planning on going out Saturday. I'll see you then."
I was so excited that I finally get to meet Kevin.

When the weekend finally came, Dana and I always go shopping to find a new outfit for that night. I’m not big on what’s hot as far as fashion goes. I’m a Plain Jane, as plain and boring as they get. Dana always knows what to buy. She chose this sequenced black tank top, with a gray cardigan, and a new pair of jeans to wear that night. I chose a plain blue v-neck, ¾ sleeve shirt, with a lace tank top to layer underneath and a new pair of jeans. Dana tried to get me to buy something more on the sexy side, but nothing she was showing me was appealing. After shopping, Dana and I met Meagan at Dana’s house to get ready.

We arrived downtown about little after 9pm. Downtown is the place where mostly college students go to party. There is about a two block radius filled with a mixture of bars; from sports bars to dance clubs. We like to go early to pay the five dollar cover charge at Confetti’s, which pays for a 12oz cup and all you can drink (mix drinks) until 11pm. After about an hour, the place started to get crowded and we decided to dance for a bit. I felt a poke on one of my shoulders and turned around. It was him! I got so excited I swore time sped up. I felt like I stared at him for minuets but it was only a split second.

I immediately gave him a tight hug, smiled and yelled over the music, “Nice to finally meet you!”
“Yes it is.” He replied back. He had the sweetest smile on his face.
“Want to go over to our table?” I asked. I couldn’t dance anymore. My legs were shaky from being so nervous.
“Sure.” Kevin and his buddy followed us over to our table that was located just outside of the dance floor. Walking over to our table was a challenge. I hope I didn’t look like a fool.
“So how do you guys know each other?” Asked Dana. Of course she has to know everything and anything about me. Kevin and I looked at each other. I know we met online, but that so cliché.
“Through a mutual friend.” He replied. I guess that wasn’t entirely a lie. We do have a friend in common, and she is only in one of my classes at the tech.
We’ve talked throughout the night and bar hopped to the bars that are playing good dancing music. We even exchanged phone numbers. At about midnight, Kevin and his buddy ended up meeting some of their friends at a different bar.

Later that week, Kevin sent me a message though my Myspace page.
Hey, had a great time chatting with you. Would you like to hang out sometime?

I was super excited when I got that message. I immediately replied back.
Sure! What would you like to do?

Would you like to come over to my place and watch a movie sometime?

That would be great. When?

How about Friday night? Come for 7?

Friday it is. See ya then.

Friday night came and all I wore was a plain brown long sleeve shirt with jeans. I should’ve worn something cuter but I’m no fashionista. It was about a 30 min drive to Kevin’s house. I called when I got into his gated community. Yes, gated community. I was surprised. His parents must be loaded. All these houses were brick and had at least 2 stall garages attached and lots of windows. Kevin talked me through on how to get to his house which was about 3 blocks from the entrance of the community.

I parked along the street and he met me at the end of his driveway. “Hey!” Kevin greeted me.
I couldn’t stop smiling, “Hi.”
I followed him to the front door which was lined with white brick, “I’ll show you around.”
“Thank you.” I replied. I was super nervous. Thank God I didn’t invite him over. My parent’s house doesn’t compare to his. All we have is a typical 4 bedroom tri-level home.
Kevin went on showing me around the main part of the home which consisted of a huge living room, a kitchen and a den room, and an extra room which was converted to an office. Upstairs were the bedrooms and downstairs is where we hung out. It was fixed with a big screen TV and a bar and in the far corner was a little weight lifting area with a treadmill and an elliptical.
On the huge leather couch, we ended up watching Dane Cook and a few comedy movies. We were laughing together and talked about our interests. We were never more than about a foot away from each other. I didn’t leave Kevin’s place until midnight-ish. He walked me to my car and gave me a tight hug. I thought we had a great time, but I felt like something was a little off.

(To be continued)
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