Months ago, I met a cute British guy during a job-related event. He had sexy light brown/hazel eyes, amazing skin, and the hottest accent accompanied by a sexy deep, shy voice. Mr. Brit was a part-time club promoter and got my number to inform me of various club events. I did think we had a connection but I figured that he was also just doing his job. Fast forward to last night, again on Facebook, Brit and I start having an online conversation about Melrose Place. It's a pretty hilariously embarrassing analysis of the show. He then continues the conversation by texting me random Melrose Place thoughts throughout the night. After a few exchanges, he suggests that we meet up in person. We settle on a date and time and I get a little nervous since I haven't seen him in months.
After having sex with Magic Stick, I take a quick shower and get ready for my first date with Brit. We meet at my favorite sushi restaurant and I am pleasantly surprised that he is actually cuter than I remembered. Brit has an interesting sense of style; it's a combination of urban and preppy. This time, he's wearing a beige thermal shirt with dark jeans and white sneakers. I can see that he has nice toned shoulders and arms through his fitted shirt. The best thing about Brit other than his accent is his eyes. They're very bright, like a sheet of glass is painted over his eyeballs. When he looks at me, it's hard not to look back.
We have pleasant conversation at lunch and continue our date by day drinking at various bars. Brit is adorably shy but has a witty sense of humor. We talk about our families, career goals, friends, and his justifiable hatred of shell fish. Specifically prawns. I also find out that he is 2 years younger than me. What is it with me and these young ones lately?! After our 5 hour date, Brit walks me home and I hug him good night.
I'm not head-over-heels, but I am intrigued. I've never slept with a European before. Stay tuned.
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