Mr. Sporting Goods

It's a quiet Thursday night and my gay bestie and I are hanging out at a local bar around my neighborhood. We don't plan on it being a long night but sometimes the best nights are unplanned. We do a little bit of bar hopping and end up at one where the "sausage" looks nice and plentiful. As soon as we walk in, we notice a cute guy in a white shirt standing with a group of his guy friends. Gay bestie wants me to approach him but 1) I'm not that bold and 2) I'm not drunk enough. We sit at a table by ourselves, drink wine and gossip about the people around us. All of a sudden, gay bestie says, "He's coming back from the bathroom, I'm going to reel him in." I'm mortified and try to stop him, but it's too late. Cute guy walks by and gay bestie reaches out his hand and says, "Hi, I'm XXX and this is my friend XXX." To my surprise, the cute guy is not totally scared and confidently says, "Hi, I'm XXX" and stays at our table. Nice.

After some pleasant conversation, we find out that cute guy currently works for his family business, which is a popular sporting goods store in the city. And hence, Mr. Sporting Goods. Sporting Goods (SG) is a traditionally handsome guy in his mid-20's, about 6'0", full head of dark hair, and light (possibly blue?) eyes. He has extremely nice and full lips. SG's personality is what I would call quiet confidence. He doesn't mind talking about himself but he's more interested in learning about us. I also think SG is more relationship material than one-night-fuck. While gay bestie is talking, SG and I would intermittently lock eyes. I also love the fact that he uses my name whenever he can so he doesn't forget it. This is so attractive to me because my name is not the easiet to remember, so when a guy makes this effort, it shows that he's interested.

SG leaves for a little bit to talk with his friends while I go over my text messages. While gay bestie goes to the bathroom, SG comes back to talk to me. I kind of get butterflies in my stomach when I make eye contact with him, but of course, I keep my cool. He asks a couple more questions about me and never seems fazed by gay bestie's shocking stories. We then find out the SG has a younger brother who is gay and he thinks that his brother and my friend should hang out. SG gets my friend's info, then turns to me and says, "Can I get your number as well? I would love to call you sometime." Done! I then hug SG good-bye.

I'm really hoping SG calls. And BTW, need to tag team with my gay bestie more often!