A night with my brother and Mister Gold

Mister Gold and I had been out on a few dates during the Summer. He was really nice to me. Nothing special happened. We didn't sleep together, so I can't make any comments on his performance.

I had made plans to hang out with my brother and the girl he was dating at the moment. I told Mister Gold that my brother and I have a special relationship. We're really close and are extremely frank about each other's potential spouses. We have a right to veto. Mister Gold didn't seem that freaked out, I guess he wanted to meet the person who has such a special place in my heart.

We met on a Friday night. I had just had dinner with my brother and his "girl" and went for drinks afterwards. Mister Gold had been out with a few friends and met up with us later. He was really nice to me, but seemed sort of anxious and really stressed out - I wasn't sure what was going on... Until I realized that he did all he could to impress my brother. The way he was flaunting his stuff pissed me off, I just couldn't believe the things I was hearing. It felt like he had to tell my brother everything about his stupid boats, his ridiculously expensive hobbies and travels and whatnots. Side note: my brother is extremely wealthy, so Mister Gold's attempt in throwing his money around didn't really go as planned. The evening went so-so. Mister Gold was more interested in talking with my brother than being around me and it annoyed the hell out of me.

We shared a taxi. My brother and I went home and left Mister Gold on the way. By the time we got home it was around 5 a.m. I felt exhausted. I could have easily lived a happy life without ever having to experience that.

Afterwards my brother told me that Mister Gold had talked about me on every possible occasion. A lot. He asked my brother if I was seeing someone else, because I felt "weird and distant". He also said that he liked me a lot, but I never answered his feelings. I never witnessed these conversations, I guess they had them when I was out of hearing range.

His thoughts could be accurate. I didn't answer any of his feelings because I didn't feel that way.

I had made plans to meet Mister Gold later that week, but I sent him a text saying I will never see him again. He answered me with a "Ok then.". What the hell is that? First you tell my brother how much you like me and want to spend the rest of your life with me, and the next day you're fine with never seeing me again. Puh-lease.

But please, Mister whatsyourcolour. Don't go talking personal stuff to my brother. He's not that into hearing how much "you've fallen for me", he probably knows it already. Men tend to fall for me and my brother is used to seeing and hearing all kinds of stuff when it comes to his baby sister.

Meeting Mister Gold

Have you ever heard of a guy so dreamy and perfect, too good to be true?

Meet Mister Gold.

He's 31. Accomplished in his field. Drives a reeeeeeeally expensive German car. Has two (!) boats. Speaks six languages. Oh, and did I mention that he's ridiculously good-looking? Tall, dark and handsome. He's into triathlon and goes to the gym five times a week. You can imagine what his body looks like. And feels... Just the way I like it.
I'm having trouble focusing.

So, that's the guy I'm meeting today. It's our first official date, and I'm freaking out. He's gonna pick me up from work with his freakishly nice cabriolet. I never knew I'd be so turned on by a guy with fancy cars, boats and stuff, but I amaze myself daily. I'm wearing torn jeans, a leather jacket and golden Ray-Bans, my hair is all messy and I have no makeup except for my bright red lipstick. Yeah, I look nice.

He's taking me out on his boat on Friday. He joked around about having me wear my bikini (just like last Monday), laying on the deck, sunbathing. It doesn't really sound that bad now that I think of it. A bit cold, but I can manage.

Why am I this excited? I don't normally feel this way.

I need to clear my calendar for Mister Gold. He needs some serious Kitty time this week.
Bye, random guys!

I tried to dump Mister Orange today. He disappointed me by "flying solo" - he did something by himself that we usually do together and I'm a bit hurt. I'm not talking about sex, haha. We have a sort of a hobby together and now he's way ahead of me... The dumping part didn't work out as I planned. He laughed in his cute manner and I couldn't be angry at him. He just gets away with anything. I hate when that happens.

Oh, and I'm planning to run away from Mister Turquoise. He's freaking me out. I'm not sure what to think of him anymore. Sometimes I think he's just trying to push me to be his wifey, although I've told him on several occasions that I'm not really into relationships at the moment. I need to plan a strategy.