Date Location: Fat Cat Lounge
Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Super cool bar. There’s live jazz/swing music, cheap drinks, and dark lighting
Date Duration: 2 hours
This was Reed’s last shot. We had gone out twice and I never knew if he was fucking with me, telling the truth, or was just deflecting.
He joked that he hustled foosball at Fat Cat so I tested his skills. This may check out. He was oddly good but I kicked his ass in ping pong. (He probably let me win, but I’ll take a win wherever I can get one at this point).
As we played though I got to see a glimmer of his true self. He came from single mom, dad wasn’t in the picture at all, and since he was an only child he went above and beyond for his mom. HE’S A REAL BOY.
Aside from that it was the same bullshit. He did give me a fantastic joke about my office but other than that it was me doing most of the sharing. I may have in fact gotten drunk and over shared (and decided to write this in my alcohol glow). We were talking about how we used to write and he asked if I still did.
“Yeah, here and there.”
“Oh, what do you write?”
“I have a blog” *sips beer nervously*
“What kind of blog?”
“…dating and lifestyle”
“Am I in it?”
FUCK. Then he asked me what it was called and I let him know that we weren’t on that level. So he asked for keywords. I also didn’t give those and instead said it was ridiculously easy to find. I done fucked up.
We were only out for 2 hours before he called it a night. Fuck. But then before we parted ways, (God forbid he walk me the 2 blocks to the train), he kissed me. I won’t lie. I was drunk and he was cute. I wanted a dirty ass make out. I instead got a light make out, no tongue, soft kiss. K.