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| Waste of Lip Gloss |
| 04.29.07 (9:40 am) [edit] |
| I had date plans last night. Got all girl-ied up. And then he had to cancel. The (so-called) photographer had called me (several times) yesterday. So I agreed to meet him for dinner - no point in wasting lip gloss, right? I told him that he had to take it down a few notches before I accepted the date. He made reservations at a nice place and I met him there. He *did* look hot. And smelled yummy. Big smile when he saw me. Something about when he calls me a goddess in that accent... We were enjoying some beverages before going to our table and talking a bit. He plays basketball every Saturday. Said he used to play professionally. (Did I mention his body was beautiful?) He had hurt his calf in the game. Then he mentioned a friend of his was supposed to get together with him earlier in the day and he hadn't heard from him and he was really concerned. It was sweet to see him so concerned. He appeared rather vulnerable when talking about it. Definitely a different side of him. I don't think he's a professional photographer. He said he had been in Atlanta two months when we initially met. (But he seemed to really know the back roads for being such a newbie.) I had overheard part of a phone conversation at the fish tank that gave me the impression that he wasn't a photographer. Last night he said he had been stalked by a girl he met here in a club 5 months ago. (Doesn't add up.) From the composition of his pictures, to his camera - nice but not something high-end enough if you were making a living on it. (Granted, it wasn't a Kodak Easyshare.) His Navigator has a special "all access" sticker on it from the airport. The type limo drivers have. He took a call while we were waiting from our table - he apologized but he was really concerned about his friend. Turns out his friend had been in a bad car accident. So he had to go. I saw a definite softer side of him towards his friend. He was so upset, I offered to give him a ride to the ER. He gave me long not inappropriate hug and left. Granted, I'm extremely partial to 'the one I haven't mentioned' but things don't add up with the "eastern european mutt" (aka the so-called photographer, groper). I didn't have the heart to tell him that, being so distracted about his friend. He was on better behavior with the hands and all but not the groper for me. Date with "the one I haven't mentioned" tomorrow night. I already have my outfit picked out. I'm smitten. |
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