Nothin But Trouble

So it turns out that the girls had other plans that I didn’t know about. We had arranged to meet at my new self proclaimed “living room” a lovely French joint where I seem to be hanging out a little too much. One can always tell in a foreign establishment when they have made it to “regular” status, that is when they receive kisses upon entry and exit and yes, boy have I made it! Anyway, I’m waiting at the bar, all alone (good thing that I hang out alone all the time so this isn’t really that bad) and I find that one girlfriend is on her way but very late and the other thought she cancelled on me via text (more on this later) and wouldn’t be attending. So, I find myself chillin with the lovely French bartendress Miss Z who has this fabulous way of filling my glass when I’m not looking to insure that I stay there a looooooooong time. Which is quite good since I have also developed a big crush on this boy that works there, I like to call him the “French Waiter.” He always is giving me a million kisses and stopping off by my bar stool to have mini conversations with me, I figured that tonight was the night that I should invite him to do something outside the bar, so I asked him if he wanted to go see a friend play at the Mercury Lounge on Tuesday. He said he would love to but he had to see about another tentative plan and that we should exchange numbers. Yes! I am getting French digits!

When Sandy finally arrived I introduced her to my new best friend Drigo, a fun Brazilian who was “taken” but loved making new friends. After who knows how many glasses of wine and fun conversation Sandy excused herself to go meet the boy of the moment while I invited myself to go dancing with Drigo and his friend, since he had already spend the whole night telling us about his girlfriend I figured he was pretty much be harmless. On the way out I said bye to the French Waiter and gave him my number to call me about Tuesday, after four kisses, yes two on each check and a nice waist squeeze and his assurance that he would call me tomorrow, I was out the door!

Fast forward through hours and hours of salsa dancing with Drigo and his friend the typical “Brazilian Boy” who was flirting with everyone that entered the room. Finally after I was tuckered out and had established myself as the cool girl with the two boys, I asked that they take me home. And since my roommate was out of town I decided it was the perfect opportunity to have a mini after party so, I invited them back to my apartment for some snacks. When we got to my apartment, the Brazilian Boy quickly offered to take care of my tired feet with a much appreciated foot rub, that was nice of him… could I be any more naïve? Probably, Drigo finally excused himself and the Brazilian Boy asked if he could stay over. I wanted to say no but the thought of snuggling with this handsome devil on my day off was far too powerful. So, yes, I let him, but I informed him that, “I'm not having sex with you,” he agreed to my terms and we climbed into bed.