R.M.

After working 8 hours reviewing credit and 3 hours of teaching dance this past Friday, I was determined to get some damn chips and queso. I had just wrapped up teaching a bachelorette party at The Girls Room Dallas location and figured I'd whip in hooters to grab some chips n cheese dip. Ah wait, they don't have queso. Crap. I whipped in the Tilted Kilt (another local breastaurant), crossing my fingers hoping they'd get me my fix on my queso, and maybe even have a hottie at the bar.

I sat alone at the corner of the bar farthest from the front door, and did some people watching while I waited for the bartender to approach me. Nothing incredibly entertaining. Then again I do live in Lewisville, which is a small yet conveniently located semi-shitastic town on the outskirts of grapevine. I grabbed a Three Olives Cake & Pineapple while I waited for my black bean veggie wrap. "HEY that's not queso"-YEAH, I know. I'm a woman, I'm indecisive. Just let it happen. I take the first sip of my cocktail and see someone sit down at the bar just to the right of me. My first thought is "Great."

"Hi" he says to me, nodding. I turn to acknowledge him and embarrassingly do a double take after realizing how handsome he is. "Holy shit... Holy shit... Holy" I'm thinking. "Don't be awkward, idiot."

"Hi." I say back, doing some little 'SUP?' nod, like an awkward idiot. Naturally, I cram my straw in my mouth to try and occupy my face from doing ANYTHING BUT talk to this smoking hot gentleman beside me, saying hello to me. 'Since when did I become so lame and shy? Ugh.' I think to myself. I SERIOUSLY have to make fun of myself into doing some things. That's ridiculous. I turn to face him and ask him "What's up?", do a head to toe check out and am just wondering if he's a gift from God at this point. What other explanation is there? As someone who never gets drinks or dines alone, I find it extremely interesting that a young, handsome, well dressed, engineer found his way to the bar stool beside me. And didn't even say anything distasteful about my pole shorts I was wearing. Brownie points right there.

"How's it goin?" He asks. Two drinks and a to-go bag later, Mr. Sexy stranger is walking me to my car, where we proceed to exchange number, and even a little goodnight kiss. Never did I ever plan to indulge in my romantic personal life (other than that awesome post about my ex-boyfriend cheating on me and breaking up with me over a company email, that shit is just too rich) but HERE I AM, telling you about my awesome, random, experience. Because I'm sure half the people bored enough to read this haven't done anything like this.

The following night (Saturday) we went out to dinner and had some drinks afterwards. I had a great time and can honestly say that there was not a dull moment. It is what it is, he's iight, but I'm in no rush.