Crushed, part II

I met my crush again yesterday. He came to my work. I looked terrible, smelled even worse and had an oversized dress on. No makeup, as always. 

He had an awful day and wanted me to cheer him up. 

We had the weirdest discussion, it lasted for over an hour. We kept telling each other funny stories about Tinder, odd dates and our single lives. We discussed relationships, sex, our mutual friends and and and and. The whole conversation just went sideways soooooo many times. He told me that he's a good boy, he claimed that I bring out the worst qualities in him. He tried to make me believe he's ordinary, like vanilla. That's why I named him Mister Vanilla.

I've never met anyone that flirty. Not ever. He's sort of crazy, but in a good way. We're so similar. I can't hide my crazy when I'm with him.

After I got home, I sent him a message on Facebook, apologizing for being so weird. He added me as a Facebook friend and we chatted for hours. I said good night to him at 1 a.m. He had to be at work at 7:30 today, I felt to sorry for keeping him up.

After chatting with him for a few minutes today, he asked me for drinks on Friday. My thoughts right now:

Fuck butterflies, I feel the whole zoo when I'm with him.

Oh, by the way, I asked my friend about Mister Vanilla. She told me that she'd never ever date him, because she met him when he was sort of, well, let's just say that he wasn't as hot as he is today. She predicted that Mister Vanilla and I have hooked up before Saturday. I'm dying to prove her wrong.

Partying with my brother

My brother is my best friend. We spend hours on the phone every single day, unless I'm on a date, that is. I always call him back later. We talk about everything. He knows about my guys, he's seen Mister Ink (and sort of approved him, I guess), he tells all sorts of stories to people about my quest to find a decent guy and he challenges me to do fun stuff every time we're partying together.

This is us...

... but we're not the least bit romantic, tho. I haven't seen the last three seasons of HIMYM yet, so no spoilers, buddies.

He is the best wingman there is. Last time were out together my brother did something legendary. He signed both of us up for speed dating. It was one of the best nights ever, it was truly epic. I didn't find anyone interesting enough, no one whom I'd like to date, or even give my phone number to, but the whole event was really funny. I was miles outside my comfort zone, and my brother loved to watch me writhe in agony (the guys were complete idiots, by the way). The speed dating thingy didn't go well for either of us, so we went to the pub next door to unravel our minds. We sat there, told the cute bartender about our night, laughed at all the weirdos we've been on dates with and tried to make decent plans for the remainder of the night. 

Three tall and muscular sporty looking guys walked in. One of them caught my eye. He wasn't the tallest of the three, he had ashen hair, a really nice smile and he looked like a hockey player (yummy!) My brother challenged me again, said that I should go up to him and do my magic. I felt shy (which never happens) and my brother had to dare me - if I remember correctly, he threatened to lock me out of his flat if I don't have the guts to talk to the guy. My brother went to the loo and left me alone sitting by the bar. Some random guy came up to me, trying to have a conversation with me. I wasn't the least bit interested in him. It was exactly what I needed to boost me on! I approached the mysterious hockey player-looking guy, saying "My big brother dared me to come hit on you. I'm having the weirdest night ever, I participated in a speed dating event a few hours ago, and I got all these phone numbers from guys I don't want to call and and and and you're my type." Let's call him Mister White. 

I sat there for a few minutes talking to them before the guys asked my brother to join us and tell them all about our little speed dating experience. We entertained them really well, shared loads of laughs and had so much fun together. My hockey player-looking Mister White didn't seem to be that into me, so I forgot about him and chatted with his friends in stead. In fact, I found myself sharing a pizza with his best friend at 5 a.m. I didn't give my phone number to any of the guys and didn't ask for any either. 

Six weeks later, Mister White runs into my brother at the pub. His first questions to my brother were "Is your sister here with you? How is she? Can I have her phone number?" My brother is the best. He didn't give him my phone number before asking him what his intentions were - hahaha I still can't believe that he teased the guy! My brother texted me the following day, asking me if it is OK for him to give my phone number to Mister White. 

My response was something like this: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! Give it to him, you idiot.

So yeah, Mister White got my number, six weeks and five days after meeting me. 

We had the best night in another city yesterday. I was wearing a white mini dress and heels, and my hair was all curly and gorgeous. We were hanging out with three of our cousins, and had a blast. My cousins play hockey for a living, so we met up with tons of players during the night. My Saturday challenge was to find a pilot - check - and a professional hockey player - check, check, check, check. I didn't like any of the guys enough to actually hit on them. I found it entertaining to be at a club, walk around, checking out cute single guys, asking what they do for a living and if by chance I happen to find what I'm looking for, stay and talk for a while. 

Oh, and my 14 second rule has become a 4 second rule. I lost my brother and cousins at the club, turned around and boom there he was. This tall, blonde, pilot guy, telling me how nice I look.

Yeah, that was nice.

Crushed.

I think I have a crush. A serious crush on a man I met today.

I spent an hour with him and ummmmmm. I was wearing extremely tight yoga pants and an oversized tee, no makeup, my hair on a French braid and yeah... I could have been better-looking. Considering the location of our encounter, my outfit was appropriate, and considering his occupation, he's used to seeing girls wearing yoga pants. 

No, he is not my Personal Trainer.

He's really cute. Tall, tattooed and has a cute smile. Facebook tells me we have 7 friends in common - a few of them are really close to me. Why haven't they ever told me about him?

We hit it off. He told me stuff that normal guys don't tell me.. And for some reason, I told him loads of personal stuff too. He was the biggest flirt! For some reason, he didn't seem like an easy catch.. I'll have to work on this one. I love challenges!

Oh yeah, and at the end of our encounter he invited me to join his birthday party. I'm in! 

The party is in August, by the way. 

I like his way of thinking.

One of my quirky girlfriends knows the man I'm talking about. She knew we were going to meet up today, but didn't warn me about him! Oh, I wish she would have said something, I would have worn makeup or re-braided my hair. My girlfriend really needs to share all she knows about him. Why am I this curious?

I never, ever feel this way.
I wish I meet him again soon.

Oh, he sent me a message on Facebook.

Challenge accepted.

Edit: I named him Mister Vanilla.

I heard you're a player, so let's play a game.

I heard you're a player, so let's play a game.

Let's sweet talk.

Let's play fight.

Let's talk 24/7.

Let's send each other funny voice messages on WhatsApp.

Let's tell each other good morning and good night every single day.

Let's take walks together.

Let's give each other nicknames.

Let's go on dates.

Let's talk on the phone all night long.

Let's hold each other.

Let's kiss and hug.

Let's have amazing sex.

Let's sleep next to each other.

Let's cuddle on the sofa while watching our new favourite TV show.

Let's play with each other's pets.

Let's take long showers together.

Let's gaze in to each other's eyes while saying goodbye.

And whoever falls in love first? 

Loses.