So, time for an update on my dating/love life. At the end of my last installment (click to read if you have no idea who Hockey Guy is) I was debating giving my number to a guy who reached out to me on Facebook. I finally decided that I would give the 26yr old hockey player my number. What is there to lose, right? He’s young, he’s cute, he knows me, he thinks I’m hot, he plays hockey…I mean what are the negatives there?
A couple days went by without him contacting me and I was fine with that. Honestly my Aunt had passed, family life was insane, and I didn’t have time to talk anyway. Then the other night he reached out at the perfect time, I really needed a distraction. I was a bit bothered at first since he reached out through text instead of a call…but quickly got over it for several reasons. One, I’ve been playing phone bouncer, not allowing my grandmother to talk to many people because she gets too upset. Second, the text was easier for me to handle as I had immediate butterflies in my stomach.
Butterflies, me! This does not happen often to me, but for some reason it happened with him. I think it had something to do with the fact that I knew this guy, hadn’t seen him in so long, and had him pop out of nowhere. It all felt very romantic to me. This was further reinforced when the texts started. I told him I was surprised to hear from him after so long. He responded that he’d thought of me recently and then saw a recent picture I posted on Facebook and said, “Damn, Jewels’ is looking good” and wanted to get in touch.
I was oddly flattered. He went on to say that when we met back on ’07 that he had a hopeless crush on me. Back then I have to admit it would have been hopeless. I was 26/27 and he was 20/21 and in no world would have age margin have worked. Doesn’t mean I never thought he was cute, because I absolutely did.
So, HG (hockey guy) tells me that he thought I was gorgeous but that he was afraid to make any move because he figured I thought he was just a kid. I’m flirty by nature so he admitted that he loved talking to me and spending time after the games with me. He played for a different team than the guys I went to see and he told me he used to wish I went to see him and not them. (Awww) He even admitted to having had a dream about me, cheering him on, and rushing into his arms after a win but woke before he could kiss me. He said he’s never forgotten that dream. I was totally smitten at this point. Who doesn’t love being told they are desirable, been admired this long, and made a lasting impression like that.
So, he said he hoped he’d matured enough that contacting me now wasn’t a total waste of time. It sure didn’t look like it was a waste of time. All this time carrying a flame, an age gap I could live with, a 26yr old hockey player’s body, still played hockey, seeming to have his shit together. Yeah, looking good.
Then came a “Can I be frank with you for a minute?” I stifled my “I’d rather you just be HG” comment and said yes.
He answered with, “I’ve wanted to bury my face in your cleavage since ’07.” I laughed. I laughed because I was stressed and I needed it and after the sweet things he said I allowed a divergent thought…plus I get it…my boobs rock. I made the mistake of telling him I thought that was hilarious.
Next thing you know I know the convo has taken a turn towards a younger man’s stamina and how he always though if we got together that I’d “rock his world”. Well…you have to admit it’s all true. The flirting was a nice escape from my grieving household so I didn’t object to it but didn’t encourage it. Suddenly I get a “I have something for you”…wait for it…wait for it. Yup…there it is. A dick pick!
Well, not “the dick pic” exactly, but a tented short picture of him looking down at his “pup tent” while lying down in bed. Awesome, huh? Ugh…and then the butterfly feeling in my stomach turned to nausea. Why? Why couldn’t this have led to an actual date? Why did it have to take this turn? I swear I was so disappointed.
Luckily I had @Ida_homie to cheer me up by sending me random twitpics of men with tented shorts (hilarious!) and @RandomGirlBlog to tell me to just go for it. So, I texted a friend of mine who is in a “drought” as I am…told her the whole run down from “aww” to “ugh” and she said… “Uh, Jewels, ride that man.” I told Miller the situation and he answered with “Be careful, I don’t want him breaking your heart.” I laughed at his sweet self and answered, “The only thing I want him to break is my… *you get the point*” He laughed and told me to go ruin the kid for all other women.
So, am I bummed that this guy didn’t turn out to be what I wanted him to be? Yeah, I am. Could he still be something more…sure I suppose but it looks unlikely. Will I meet up with him for drinks if he asks? Yup, sure will. Will I fall into bed with him if it looks like that’s where the night is heading? Damn straight I will. Why? Cause I’m a grown ass woman with needs and this kid man be just what the doctor ordered. That my friends is where I am right now. I’m okay with that right now. I’ll keep ya posted on what, if anything, takes place now.
*Note, this post was written a good time ago now so there have been some new developments since this. I shall be updating you on those soon, probably.*