Hug a Random Stranger

Saturday night was girls night.  You know the kind that starts with you all going to get manicures then hitting up the liquor store for two bottles of wine to bring to the BYOB restaurant for your table of 3…

Armed with our bottles in hand MJ, A-Bomb and I head across the street to Charritos…an absolutely delish Mexican restaurant in Hoboken.  The little closet size downtown location is completely packed, despite it still being early, so we leave our name to endure the 40min wait.  Luckily, they have this fantastic system where you give them your cell number so you can go on living your life while you wait for your table to be ready instead of sitting around trying to pass the time while you are tortured by the smell of delicious food. Charritos, my tummy thanks you.

We took this as our cue to hop over to Whiskey Bar (yes, we do love this place) and grab a couple of beers while we wait.  I grab a high top towards the back while MJ grabs some beers.  As we all settle down and get to talking the blog comes up which then leads to conversation about dating.  (this is what I mentioned in my post on Monday)  I will most definitely be posting about all those topics and maybe a few more because this chat was awesome…just the flow of it, the perspectives we all had and the questions the girls were asking.  I was thoroughly enjoying it.  


Then to snap us back to reality this guy pops up at our table with a huge grin on his face and flashes a Jenga piece at us.  “I have to hug a random stranger” Say what?  I think the girls did a double take just as quick as I did.  He spoke so fast and had so much pep we all just had to laugh.  He was playing drunken Jenga (where you write really stupid shit for people to do on each piece) and the piece he just pulled said he had to hug a random stranger.  So after he marches over to give me a hug (yes, I was the chosen one) he invites us to join them in the game.  We clearly weren’t moving so the fun was brought to us, as it should be.  The game is quickly set up, we make 3 new friends and despite our desire to start gnawing on the jenga pieces to keep our hunger at bay we were slightly disappointed when we got the call our table was ready…so much so that we stayed to finish the game and our beers with a promise to come back for round 2.

Dinner was fantastic, as expected, and we even got to listen in on what we eventually determined to be a 3^rd or 4^th date…you are practically sitting on the lap of the person next to you in this place so you really can’t help but overhear what people are saying…not that I’m above listening in even if we weren’t.  The wine we brought (which I had forgot at the bar and had to run back for…rookie mistake) was for Sangria.  We brought white and red.  Charittos will whip you up delish pitchers of Sangria if you bring wine…aaahhhh-mazing.  We got through the first and they brought out the second but before we even got to pour it they told us we couldn't drink it.  Due to a high volume of people waiting for tables we needed to get going. Sad.  We were told they would gladly take the cost of the pitcher and the bottle of wine we brought off the bill if we didn’t mind taking the Sangria to go.  Umm…free Sangria??? Don’t have to twist my arm.  During dinner I had been texting with Gryph who saw I was in Hoboken from foursquare…he totally stalks my life…and wanted to hang out.  So, to-go Sangria in hand we head over to his place.  But before we left I made a declaration…my mission for the night was for all 3 of us to make-out.  Game on.

Eventually we leave and make our way to the Wicked Wolf.  As fate would have it I run into a bunch of friends who were already there.  Before I could even sip my first beer this hot guy Jay comes (literally) stumbling over to me.  He’s there with my friends but I haven’t met him before.  He’s flirting, I’m flirting but I can’t help but notice how we are on completely different levels of drunk.  It’s hard enough to talk to someone in a bar, add to that the fact that he’s wasted and it becomes quite the challenge.  But as we keep talking I am able to make out that he’s smart, definitely in shape (yes, I felt up his arms), has a good job and according to my friends he wanted to talk to me from the second I walked in (score).  


And now the bad part…he’s 5yrs younger than me.  I almost choked on my beer when he told me.  When I made him try to guess my age he swore that it’s impossible for me to be over 25...impossible except for the fact that I am.  I could tell he was really surprised when I finally let my real age slip but it didn’t turn him off.  He really wanted to hang out with me.  He tried everything…trying to get me to dance, buy me a drink, talk to my girls.  I give him a lot of credit.  And honestly, if he wasn’t so young I would have had a hard time keeping my lips off his.  In hindsight, what is a few years when you’re having fun?  Its not like I had to marry him.

We decide to head back to Whiskey Bar (notice a pattern?) and this is where the fun begins.  I see this hot guy standing against the wall…I must have been staring because I notice his wingman point over in my direction.  And as a good wingman would do he soon makes his way over to break the ice.  Soon enough we are all introduced and Bobby and I are chatting.  I find out we live about 10min from each other which is nice and we get the where did you go to school, what do you do stuff out of the way.  We start dancing and I’m impressed that he actually has some skill…I love a guy who can dance.  I also realize just how tall and big he is…I’m only 5’4” and had heels on yet when I went to put my arms around him to dance (which I could barely do because of his oh-so-muscular arms/shoulders…sigh) I have to completely crane my neck to see his face.  Just my type.  

Then the moment comes…you know the one where you feel his hands go to the small of your back…your eyes are locked and you both feel the pull of your faces towards one another…I love that moment.  The anticipation, the unknown, the excitement.  We kiss.  And he is just the sweetest kisser…you can tell he is a complete gentleman, its kind of adorable.  Then he grabs my hand and askes me if I would mind going outside.  He wanted the opportunity to talk to me and ask me for my number in a more quiet, intimate atmosphere...yes, I know...aawww.  At this point A-bomb had already disappeared outside with a boy (I was assuming at this point 2 out of 3 have made out) and I felt bad to leave MJ but she encouraged me to go.

At the door the bouncer threatened us that if we leave we can’t come back…so we settle off to the side instead.  A few more kisses and my phone number safely stored in his cell we head back towards our friends.  And what do I find?!?  MJ…locked in a serious kiss with some guy.  Was I gone that long?!?!  She wasn't talking to anyone when I left her!  I’m so proud I nearly shrieked and jumped with excitement.  I can tell she’s having a hard time pulling herself away and it’s just fantastic.  But unfortunately we are kicked out of the bar and all is over.

The Juicy Details:  Well, my wish came true.  We all made out…and we all enjoyed it.  Turns out MJ’s boy was just that…he was 23…ironic right???  Such a cougar!!  She raved about what an amazing kisser he was…perhaps age has something to do with it?  Kids these days with their amazing kisses.  A-bomb ditched us while we went to get pizza and headed back to her place to prepare for our arrival.  Bobby and his boys followed us to the pizza place (uninvited) which for some reason bugged me at the time.  This in turn caused me to be a bit of a snot because I felt like it was a bit too much.  I rushed out of there once our pizza was done and gave him such a cold goodbye I'm sure he could see his breath.  Now that I look back on it I feel bad for being a bitch and kind of wish I could take it back.  I won't be surprised if I dont hear from him.  Fail.

Thats Not My Name...

Last Friday night was Girls Night Out for me and Patches.  I had promised her before I left for Ireland that my first Friday home would be reserved for a super fun night out for the two of us since we were long overdue.  I was looking forward to it all week.

Being that neither one of us is capable of making a decision it took almost 2 dozen phone calls, a few BBMs and some gchats to get our asses in gear and make our way to the bar.  No, its not that difficult, we just make it seem that way. 

Anyway, the first bar we hit up, The Wild Goose, which is usually a fun place on Friday nights, turned out to be a total bust.  They charged us $5 to get in since they had a band, which I get and never have a problem with since I love bands.  Tonight I ended up having an issue being that the band blew, really bad and they were set up in the second room of the bar where you couldn't even order drinks.  Over in the other room where the full bar is located there was a DJ blasting music so loud you would never know there was a band in the other room had you not paid to get in.  So annoying.  I may have felt like this was a win-win, DJ or Band we would have our pick...but the band sucked and the DJ was way too loud for such a small, chill space that you couldn't enjoy either.  On top of it there was literally no eye candy.  Now, Patches and I were out for a girls night and not to scope for men (finding anyone would just be an added bonus) but itd be nice to at least have something yummy to look at besides my beer.  Basically all this combined made us decide that immediately after finishing our first and only beer we'd move on.

We made our way to Bootleg Mannings, another bar I've been to a few times and always manage to have a blast at.  These ginormous beers they have for only $5 may have something to do with it...

Another $5 cover due to another band, although we could hear from outside this band sounded great.  We scoped out the new scene and both immediately approved so the next order of business was getting beer in our belly.

 

 yummy

While we were sitting down I felt someone staring at me.  I look over and see this tall, built, hot guy looking right at me.  I immediately turned my head and smiled because I was so caught off guard by how much my type he was.  This kept up for a few minutes...the looking back and forth and catching one another's eyes...until he finally looked over and say "What??" with a huge smile and lots of laughter.

Eventually he made his way over and we introduce ourselves.  I find out he's a fireman (score!!) and was just promoted to lieutenant (double score!) and lives in the area.  Patches and Torch (is that inappropriate??) happened to have a few friends in common and we were all having a great time getting to know each other.

When Patches got up to head to the bathroom Torch immediately starting laying on the compliments.  He kept telling me how hot I was and how my bangs were his "kryptonite".  He said he couldn't take his eyes off me so it was only a matter of time before he made his way over.  All the while our faces kept moving in closer and closer until he finally wrapped his big, fire scared hands around my little face and pulled me in for a kiss.  He was such a wonderful kisser...I could have kept that up the rest of the night.

Once Patches returned her smirk told me she definitely saw us kissing.  When Torch left to go get us beers we gushed about what a great guy he seemed to be.  So far the only downside was that he seemed a little dumb.  Now, I don’t mean to be critical or judgmental...it's just the things he was saying and the stories he was telling (ie - about him and his friends getting stoned all the time in high school and college) we both knew would soon get under my skin if I ever spent a decent amount of time with this guy.  I am all about giving people the benefit of the doubt and being that he was drunk and the stories were about the past I was willing to give a pass for the meantime.

When we were ready to get going Torch pleaded with me to stay but then settled on asking if he could see me tomorrow.  I was so surprised that it took me a second to answer.  99% of the time, in my experience, when you meet a guy out and they ask for your number its always with a promise that they will call you after some undetermined length of time.  Rare is it that you have a guy say he wants to see you again tomorrow...flutter!  We totally like Torch!

The Juicy Details:  After agreeing and sealing with a kiss to see him tomorrow Torch pulls out his phone to get my number.  He starts asking me if my number starts with 848 or some random area code and I quickly correct and say no I'm from NY its 917.  He questions me again to make certain I was sure as he's feverously hitting keys on his phone and finally holds it up and says "are you sure this isn't your number?"  He was dialing a number out of his phone...now let's not forget the fact that I hadn't given him my number yet so there is no way in hell he could be dialing it unless he was psychic...so this was awkward.  I thought for a split second that perhaps he had another PYT programmed in his phone and just got confused from being drunk...then I looked at the screen...and there it is...not only is it not a 917 but the name is EMILY!!!  Now I haven't told you my name but I will say it’s the furthest thing from Emily.  When I tell him this he looks at me confused and sad and again says "Are you sure?"...oh this is not going to end well.  I turn him over to Patches to have her reassure him of his "misunderstanding" and he ultimately just stands there looking helpless.  I really didn't know how to proceed here and just said "Don't worry about it...it was so nice to meet you." Then leaned in gave him a kiss and headed out. 

I was so disappointed and I suppose I could have just given him my number regardless and chalked the mistake to him being drunk...he had been drinking whiskey all night.  But I'm not that desperate.  Perhaps had he not been so adamant that he had the right number it would have ended differently.  I tried to save him from himself but it didn't fly.  I was so close to snagging a fireman (sort of  a little dream I've always had) and it all got fucked up.  I have decided though that if we go back there and I run into him again I wouldn't be opposed to giving it a second shot...so long as he avoids the whiskey.