After some quiet time from Brit, I decided to erase his phone number. I felt like I was played and I was disappointed that I had allowed myself to get this vulnerable. Feeling somewhat better, I go to dinner with my gay bestie and we have a few drinks at a quiet bar in the West Village. We sit next to two hot guys and my gay plays wing man for me. I have a nice conversation with one of the guys and feel a little bit of a spark. The situation is little awkward so I don't try too hard. The two guys leave and we discover that the one I liked had left his hat. With a little bit of liquid courage and strong motivation to move on, I decide to put my number on a card in his hat. I have nothing to lose because 1) I'm not entirely sure it's even his hat (could belong to some fat old guy who came in earlier) and 2) why the hell not?
About a minute after I leave my number, I get a text "Hi beautiful, what are you up to tonight?" Yup, it's from Brit. I have the urge to ignore it but I miss him. So of course, I tell him where I am and he shows up about 30 minutes later. I'm so excited to see him it's a little bit sick. Brit looks so good and I realize that he is a great dresser, probably because his body would make any clothes look good. We chat for a while and he tells me that he missed me this past week. We then walk back to my place hand-in-hand and have sex almost immediately after we get back to my apartment.
The next day, Brit and I have morning sex several times until it's no longer morning. We then grab some food and catch a movie. Perfect Sunday. I'm going to admit that I am smitten, but also wonder who else he is seeing. Not that I could even judge, given my track record this past week.
Now, about the hat boy...
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