Trouble

I must say, a guy at 24 and a guy at 26/27 are completely different creatures. I had my first date with Shorty last night. My fears were confirmed–he IS short! Dammit! I wore my shortest heels, and every time we connected about something, my collection of 4-inch heels flashed before my eyes. Those days are numbered! JK.

But seriously, it was a really good first date. He took me to a yummy Italian place in Nob Hill. After dinner, we had drinks at one of my favorite bars in the neighborhood. After drinks, we went to his place to watch episodes of The Office. I am MORTIFIED because when we got to his door, he asked me, “What do you expect when you get in there?” Horrified, I responded, “….NOTHING’S GOING TO HAPPEN! I’M A PRUDE!” And then I realized that he was talking about what I expected out of his APARTMENT and nothing dirty. FML.

Anyway, during dinner, I received three phone calls from B. HMM. INTERESTING. Turns out that he wanted to invite me to a private concert that his company is throwing this evening. I tried to see if he was inviting any of his friends, but nope–he didn’t. I wonder what this means. All I know is that I’m going to dress fabulously tonight. Just sayin’.

In other news, while B invited me out to this concert, his buddy that I’ve been flirting with and I have started texting. I’m so shady right now, but I don’t even care.

I’m single and 24–why WOULDN’T I take advantage of this attention? This is the first time in my life that I’m being a player, and I kind of love it.