Mr. Engineer

Hot damn this weekend has been good to me. I go out with a couple of my single girlfriends and a few guy friends to our favorite bar that is quite fratastic. As soon as we settle, I make eye contact with a cute guy next to us. A couple minutes later, our eyes meet again. And then I'm pretty sure we had eye sex. My girlfriends keep pointing to him saying he's hot, so I tap him on the shoulder to take a picture of us. This somewhat breaks the ice and we all introduce ourselves. He tells us that he works as an engineer. Hello, Mr. Engineer. He is a tall, dark and handsome guy with exotic features; although, all my friends think he's just a white dude. I actually think he looks like the taller, younger version of Mark Consuelos. He even has the sexy Conseulos style. I am not totally listening to what he's saying because I'm more mesmerized by his handsome face.

I leave for the dance floor and he later comes to find me. Engineer is a super cute and goofy dancer. We dance a little closer and he says, "You're a crazy bitch" followed by "You're so gorgeous." Ummm...I'm not sure how to receive these combination of words, but fuck it, Mark Consuelos is dancing with me. He leans in for a kiss and we make out for a little bit. Meanwhile, I'm texting Brit on the side to see where he is. I decide to meet up with him and leave Engineer. He asks for my number and we hug good-bye.

I meet up with Brit and he is drunk. I flirt with other boys in front of him to create some competition. It doesn't work. I give up and leave with my friends. He doesn't try to stop me but kisses me and says, "I'll call you later?" I respond, "Maybe."

I'm thinking it's time to move past Brit. Maybe Engineer will do the trick. Alright, a 2nd phone call to wait for in the coming week!