Model Perfect date
Ok, granted, he had an advantage in that he actually IS a model. I think.
I had a great date a while ago that I meant to blog about, but just didn’t get around to. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
Look, I *know* I’m obsessed, probably unhealthily, about looks. Eh, I already have the libido of a guy, I might as well be stereotypically looks oriented too!
This has nothing to do with this post: I got a 2nd degree burn on my lip. Damn Hot Pockets. It hurts and it’s really hard to keep from licking and biting it.
Annnnnnyway.
We met at a wine bar. He knows all this stuff about wine, which I totally admit impressed me.
It seems a bit weird to me that someone who likes modeling would move to Chicago where the main modeling opportunities are strictly catalogs… but he really does have a model’s looks.
Fast forward… seeing him just standing there naked getting dressed after a shower. Wow. Fucking wow. I think I would pay him to just walk around in front of me naked. lol. I even told him, well emailed him, that it’s almost too bad he’s straight because he would make a fabulous gay porn star! That’s how beautiful he is.
So. He’s pretty smart. And I’m ridiculously stingy with that particular compliment. The thing is, he’s smart about stuff that I’m not. Wine, music, poetry. Artistic stuff. While I’m impressed with that, I don’t really like feeling like an idiot in a way. I’m so un-knowledgeable about those kinds of things that I don’t even know what to ask.
Once again, I drank too much. I seem to always do that the *first* time I meet-up with someone. I should have that as a disclaimer in my profile. I actually was drunk enough that I can’t completely give a good description of the sex. (sorry, readers.) I only remember parts. I did come. And… wow, I’m actually embarrassed to say something on my blog… ok, I acted a bit kinky and he didn’t seem to mind. Of course, maybe he didn’t notice?
I really want to see him again. Unfortunately, he’s gotten a job that is a late-night gig and I have an early-morning job.
Hey, mister model, if you’re reading this? I actually like you. You are a very cool guy. I would have never ever met you “IRL” and actually, if I just read a description of you I might have figured we weren’t compatible. I have the feeling that I’m not what you were looking for, but I don’t feel bad about that. I really hope the best for you.
Silly romantic optimistic sex-obsessed girl that I am.