I met a hot guy at the Tomo Japanese restaurant. Yummy dinner. Tried a new soup, some spicy onion concoction we both loved.
His seduction game was strong. He told me I was beautiful and fed me all his mushrooms.
I enjoyed our conversation. He explained how he puts the chlorine tabs in the toilet tank without touching them with his hands, and I recounted a story about how I managed to get bleach in my eyes. We laughed a lot.
I’d hoped he’d take me someplace sexy, like the nearby Staples,
to smell the bleached paper to buy me paperclips to test pens to push my easy button but I guess he wasn’t into that sorta thing.
He walked me to my car, kissed me.
I told him I’d had a really good time, felt like I’d known him forever, felt like we had a real connection.
He kissed me again.
We lingered briefly in the closeness.
I asked him if he wanted to go home with me, meet my kids…
He asked, “How old are they?”
“Twelve and thirteen.”
The Mister said, “No thanks, I’ll pass.”
And then we laughed and laughed.
Happy Friday Everyone!