Crushing
I’ve got a crush. A big one, on Nice Guy #2. In other words, things went really really well at the Happy Hour Friday night.
In fact, things went so well Friday night that I think there must have been some serious orchestration going on to ensure as much: at the so-called Happy Hour, no one else showed up. It was just me and Nice Guy alone for two hours.
Nice Guy had told me it would start at six. I showed up about 6:30 and was surprised to be the first one to meet him there, but just figured others would show up over the next hour or so since most of our friends seem to be on the chronically-late side.
He knew the bartender there (he also lives in our complex), which meant we got great service and a fantastically low tab. We ordered lots of sushi, which Nice Guy assured me was the right move for all the “other people showing up.” Yet when the food arrived he ate exactly half without word of anyone else, so I followed suit and ate the other half (mmmmm…. foooooooood).
Meanwhile the conversation flowed as easily as our cocktails and it turned out we had a lot of random interests in common, which started when he told me he has his pilot’s license and my eyes damn near popped out of their sockets because I have always wanted to get mine and buy a stunt plane (yes, I am a total guy when it comes to anything involving adrenaline). The conversation only went uphill from there.
