Sunday

Have I told you all about my insane lust for Darrell at work?  Yeah, I think I have but in case I dint, here is the breakdown:

He’s 44

He’s 5’7" or so (yeah, I know I am way taller, thanks!)

He’s 160 (a skinny guy strikes again!)

He likes tiny brunettes, 200 LBS and less with big boobs.

I am soooooooo not his type!

We went out this weekend, or more precisely, he and I spoke on Friday when he gave me his # and told me to call him on some work issue, and said Hey, call me Sunday we can do lunch or something.

So anyway, when I spoke to him on Sat about the work issue, he again reiterated the Sunday lunch.  I have told you all I am insanely in lust with this man right?  Yeah ok, just making sure.

So, I screw up my courage, get up after only a few hours of sleep and call him at like 1 PM to ask if we were doing the race (for some reason I thought he wanted to catch it with me) and he dint seem too keen because he tought we lived really far away from each other (45minute drive, he thought it was 2 hours), but when I asked about lunch he was like YEAH! 

We ended up doing lunch, bowling, drinking and just yapping at each other for Grey’s Anatomy (he put it on since I never get to see TV).  He opened all the doors and paid for EVERYTHING.  Anyway, he turns out to be a great guy, better than I ever thought, but stuck to a type which I am not..pluse he keeps trying to set me up with his gay girlfriends.  I spent the whole day practically willing the man’s clothes off, and alas.  Nothing. 

He offered to let me sleep there since I had been drinking.  I turned him down though, I just couldn’t take the thought of the rejection I would feel when I found myself being kicked out of his bed.  Better an accident than that!

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