Red shoe diary- Before the End of the world party.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
The boy toy unexpectedly started emailing me on Thanksgiving day and yadayayada.. we ended up meeting up one last time. It was kinda fun but none of my girlfriends approve of him and he's not in town that much anyway. I had already gotten set up on a (blind) double date with another guy that same weekend anyway. My zumba friend's boyfriend was eager to set me up with one of his friends and I just happened to be free that Friday. I had told this guy that I liked muscles- "someone I could climb like a tree" was my exact snarky response. Well, it turns out he has a very muscular friend and this was who they invited. My oh my! This guy is an interior designer/personal trainer/restaurant owner. The restaurant he is part owner of is a jazz club. Of course he didn't want to go there since that's where he works so we went to a dance club/lounge place. Since this guy is so into health and fitness he doesn't drink. This is going to be interesting after a few drinks.... He wouldn't really dance with me so most of the time I danced alone or with my girlfriend. There was a bachelor party in a room off to the side so I had to go see what they were doing. I've become quite the social butterfly when I go out. I used to do this when I was out with the boytoy. I like meeting people and chatting them up. I call it "working the room". I digress. Muscle man is black, btw. All of Franklin's friends are black so I knew he was going to set me up with a black guy and he knows I'm open minded. This guy turned out to be really nice but not used to going out to clubs and loud music. Anyway, after about 3 drinks he mentioned that one more drink and he would start stripping! Well! I happened to have some dollar bills so I tossed them his way and said, something like "let's see it!" He showed me some moves and pulled his shirt down a little but no clothes were actually removed. LOL! So then he says that he worked his way through college as a male stripper. What!!??? I scampered over to the bachlorette party and said, "Ladies! You will not beleive who I'm out on a date with! He's a stripper!!" Former stripper that is and I'm sure he wouldn't have told me that if was still sober. I was wayy outta my league here with this guy. He had muscles on top of muscles. he didn't put on a show for the ladies though. He's really pretty conservative. Just did what he had to do to get through college. I thought that he wouldn't want to see the chunky girl again but lo and behold he wanted to get together but I was busy. I had my end of the world party to go to on Friday and he was busy too but we did meet the next day. He was really tired though we just sat and talked at my house for an hour. I told him my whole sad story and he was shocked by it. He told me that he was a Hurricane Katrina survivor and he saw lots of things that he shouldn't have seen too.
We'll see if he wants to see the girl with the suicide husband. I told him he should know that if he was really interested in seeing me. I kinda was trying to scare him off since the muscles were intimidating and I'm not sure how I feel about seeing anyone on a regular basis. Haven't heard from him so maybe it worked. I'll talk about the end of the world party later.