The next day after meeting R Hottie, I was SURE I was going to hear from him. I felt excited, happy–sexy even.
I woke up early enough to see that it was a beautiful day and made the solid decision on lazy thought to go to the beach either today or tomorrow.
Of course, the next thought that popped into my mind: I wonder when I will hear from him?
Such a girl moment. I proceeded with my day running errands and ate at Suviche.
Then I get a FB message notification on my phone…
It was him! R Hottie! Wait? What? Why is he contacting me here through FB?
FB Message reads:
So, my real name has a unique spelling– he remembered and found me.
He then called me right when I was getting home and we talked on the phone for a while:
“I don’t know why my phone didn’t save your number. I was pretty bummed about it, even my friends made fun of me. Found you on FB….”
The rest of the call was nice and he was going to a Gala that night which he had to get ready for . He told me he was looking forward to seeing me again. As was I!
I met up with a friend later and we went out and had a blast bar and lounge hopping. Checked out Electric Pickle (meh too early), Beaker & Gray (meh just wasn’t feeling it), went to Lost Weekend (Ok, we love the cheap drinks–we stay), then finally ended up at Purdy (the Dirty Purdy!)
Got home pretty tired, like at 4AM . Knocked hella out.
Woke up at 8AM-ish and saw:
Missed call from R Hottie : 6:35AM