And then there’s a mini-date story.

Before I start, I just wanted to wish everyone Happy Chinese New Years/Valentine's Day/Singles Awareness Day/Happy Birthday!
'Cuz I'm not sure if I'm goin' to be gettin' around to an individual post centered specifically on any of those subjects.

Mini-date.
I define it as a quick gathering between two potential dating prospects that lasts for no more than an hour.
Nothing significant, it's more of an interview an' decidin' on wether or not there's any physical attraction.
Point is, I had one today.
Er, yesterday.
Late Saturday afternoon 'fore a karaoke run.

This is the second dating prospect sent my way via one of my Starbucks friends.
Real talk, a Starbucks friend I wouldn't mind gettin' to know on a more regular basis.
That's right, I said it.
And now I've typed it.
I know you enjoy reading these.
Her friends're as fun as she is personality-wise so I guess that counts for some consolation.
Like her first friend, she arranges a meeting between us at her workplace.
In case you haven't guessed yet, it's a Starbucks.

I love the way they prepare my hot chocolate for me.
Which is what I ordered.
Turns out I arrived a lil' early an' her friend was runnin' late.

For now I'm gonna let you have a lil' fun an' try to guess her friend's name.
Since I tend to leave 'em anonymous out of respect for their privacy.
Starts with a "P"
Ends with "atricia"

Why did I just bother to do that?
'Cuz I like that joke an' she doesn't mind this bein' somewhat public knowledge.
Apparently she enjoys my stories also.
Which I steadily keep digressing from.

With wonderful Starbucks hot chocolate in hand, I take a seat outside.
Put on my bluetooth stereo headset an' jam to music contained on my Helio Ocean.
Situated nicely, I take out a pack of Benson & Hedges menthols an' light one with my mini-navy blue BIC lighter.
(Heavy product placement because I'm all hyped up about Superbowl commercials)

Sometime later on, a lady walks into my line of vision.
If I read her lips correctly, she just told me: "I'd like to give you a blowjob."
Bein' the smooth guy that I am, I find myself in mid-sip coughing and spilling hot chocolate onto my shirt.
It probably burned me a little at the time, but I didn't notice because I was still tryin' to process what just happened.

I take my headphones off.
I raise an eyebrow.
My left one because it's scarred an' sexy.
She makes the motion of a blowjob.
"Yea... I heard that right."

One helluva way to introduce yourself.
At this juncture of the story, I do need to point out that I didn't take her up on her offer.
Because EVERY person I've told this story to so far asked me that when I got to this point of the story.
Veeeerrrrrrrry tempting though.
If only I had a different moral set...

So yea, she said it with a smile.
Granted, it was a very seductive an' devious smile.
A really great smile.
She also laughed at my response.
So I'm under the assumption that she was joking.
'Cuz I don't think I'll ever be used to women THAT forward with me.

After that fun lil' introduction we got to know each other a lil' better.
Mostly through dating stories.
Which is kinda like how my first job interview went last week.
Dating stories.
After hearing hers, she seems like a very fun woman.
At the very least, the makings of a great friend.
Maybe my volunteer for speed dating.
Or a friend with benefits.
'Cuz if memory serves me correctly, that's what she was hinting at for 40 some-odd minutes.

Damn my morals.
I think at this rate I'm gonna eventually get to the point where I say "Fuck it!" and well... fuck "it."
At least that way some of you can live more vicariously through my exploits.

Who knows?
Such a fun question.

*sigh*
So many fun stories compiled over the last few days.
I'm savin' the next rd. until next week.
You just got two in one sitting.
Stop bein' greedy.