It's safe to say that I have a habit of asking out guys that have at least one of the following characteristics: love of pot, a tadbit scruffy, several years younger than I. So when I met Sixty-five (scruffy, handsome, young surfer dude from Hawaii that works at a pizza joint) while I was out listening to jazz I was very proud of myself for NOT asking for his number. We hit it off in the first ten minutes when we started trying to guess each other's names, and I was definitely planning on getting his number. Within twenty minutes he made a reference of "the other day when I was smoking a joint..." which I overlooked because his embarrassing and very entertaining surfing story trumped that detail. After thirty minutes his charm was slowly starting to fade with a few choice comments. The things he said weren't the worst - I have a few guy friends who in certain context would say similar things, but the familiarity that Sixty-five said them after knowing me for less than an hour was a bit of a let down. One example is when one of the sax players stepped up to the mic, Sixty-five said, "This guy is the best on the West Coast. No, seriously, he'll make you're d*@k hard, he's so good." Like I said, not the worst commentary, but definitely not the best. I was very proud of myself for staying strong and not getting his number, because while I know that I would have had a fun time if we'd gone out, I also know that it would turn into my typical situation of this guy is fun, yay for kissing, we don't need to go on a second date. As I left I told my friend how proud of myself that I was, but that didn't mean I'd be strong if I saw him again.
Four days later when I was on my way to dinner with a friend, we ran into Sixty-five and his skateboard (of course, he has a skateboard - bonus points). He gave me a hug and asked what I was up to that night. I introduced him to my friend, told him we were going to dinner. After I politely ignored that it seemed like he wanted me to invite him to join us for dinner, he asked for my number and handed me his flip phone (bonus points for a flip phone in my book - seriously, it's kind of endearing). He sent me a message later "Great running into you, let's hang soon." I replied with "Absolutely." He simply said, "Sweet, we will hang soon." I didn't hear from him, but then I saw him a few nights later for jazz again. We chatted and when it was time for me to leave he said, "We still need to hang. Maybe we can grab a beer here next week." I said sure, left, didn't hear from him, and I didn't make it to jazz night. Maybe he was waiting for me with a drink, but I doubt it. This dude is super chill and probably didn't notice I wasn't there.
I have no moral of this story. Maybe just that I have double standards for what guys can say around me depending on if we're friends or if we've just met.
