One of the first winks I ever got on match was from Max; a very handsome gym rat country boy with his own contracting company who was hounding for sex more than a 20-year old St. Thomas University Engineering student at Tiffany's on a Friday night (St. Paul humor-sorry).
It was one of the first topics we discussed--he brought it up in our first conversation. He called my cell phone at work and we talked for just a few minutes. He asked me to dinner right away. I was delighted and agreed, even though he didn't set a date yet. I asked him what his ideal day was in life. He described me a very similar day to my own ideal day:
Wake up with someone you love, have breakfast and a walk, play outside, go home, have some fun....(heh? Heh? You know what I'm saying) then get ready for a very nice low-key dinner--oh and go home and relax together. Sounds awesome, I tell him. He goes on to tell me that he LOVES the gym and needs to go every day---meanwhile while he's on the phone with me he's at Culver's and is practically shouting at the staff to get him only 1-bunless chicken breast and NOTHING else. He just literally wanted a chicken breast. That's it. I was laughing and he said, "I just like to eat well. I already had bread today anyway."
Kay, Max....wow what a girl.
So then he tells me he has a Harley, and a red flag goes up with me. I never for one day in my life pictured myself to be a biker bi-yatch. Not that there's anything wrong with that....Lord knows my uncle was the most distinguished harley guy there ever was. I own one leather jacket suppose...and I'm not getting a tatoo for pete's sake. I just don't picture myself riding on the back of a bike for fun. Which is a good thing...
Max called a few more times but nothing came of it. We had a lot of laughs, mostly about him making fun of himself. Maybe he just liked talking to me on the phone? Who knows. I noticed he updated his pictures on match and noted that his neck is absent from his body. I like a neck to be visible. See ya, Max.
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