Sorry about the delay in continuing this story. Life's been interestingly busy for the past week or so.
Anywho, so Birdman calls and makes plans for dinner that Friday night. He picks me up (he was early which I suppose is better than late) and we park his car and walk the rest of the way to the restaraunt. The place is a decently nice Italian joint, so I found something right away. We order a bottle of wine and a meat and cheese plate appetizer and settle in for some conversation. Conversation went well, the food was good. We head over to a bar where we're supposed to meet up with one of his friends who's visiting from out of town. We meet up and the night continues. His friend's think I'm a riot (which is kinda true- I usually play up the humor card when I'm nervous). The rest of the evening goes well- the bar we were at had a burlesque show so that was fun and exciting. At the end of the night, Birdman asks if he can have a kiss before putting me in a cab home. I give him a polite peck on the check and tell him to call me again.
Later that week, after speaking on the phone a few times, he invites me over for dinner on a Friday night. His sister, brother-in-law, and nieces will be in town for the weekend. I agree to swing by, although I was a little concerned that it would be awkward. After work, I head to his place to help get everything ready. Everyone arrives and his 6-year old niece takes to me right away. Dinner was ok, a little bland for my taste as far as food goes, but it wasn't too odd. Everyone but the two of us went to bed and we went out for a few drinks before going home. He gives me cab money again and invites me to spend the day with them at Navy Pier and the movies the next day. I agree since I had no other plans. It was a pretty nice day to be out at Navy Pier and Build-a-Bear Workshop wasn't nearly as crowded as I thought it would be. His niece decided that she was going to be my shadow for the day and had to be walking next to me at all times. I was fine with it because I love kids but still, I was surprised. We went to dinner at Hard Rock Cafe which was good but overpriced for sure. Finally, we saw Monsters vs. Aliens in 3D. I felt like a little kid again and that was super awesome. Company wasn't bad either. We head back to his place and the munchkins go to sleep. Shortly thereafter, his sister and brother-in-law dose off. Birdman decides to make his move. After some very awkard cuddling during a movie on TV, he goes in for the kiss...... and nothing- no spark, no heart-racing, nada. I give him a chance and try to show him how I like to kiss but it seemed like we were getting nowhere. I was bored to the point that I was figuring out what I was going to do the next day and how I needed to sort laundry. I head home shortly afterwards and just laugh to myself about it.
I'll continue the last of this story next time. Stay tuned to find out why this one is Birdman.
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Bird Man...Part one of the saga....
So let's rewind the clock to about a month ago- the weekend before St. Patty's Day. It was my old roommate's last weekend living with me since she had to move for work. We decided to meet up after she got done with the concert she was going to see. The grand master plan was that I would've already been out with my BFF, but she ended up having to bail. My roommate calls and convinces me I should get spiffied up anyways and we'll all head to this punk bar called Exit. We'd always said how we needed to go there, so I figured what the hey.
I proceeded to get spiffied up and my roommate and her friend Brandon get back to the apartment. After a quick shot for good luck, we hop in a cab and head out. I was excited because it was supposed to be Industrial night, so if nothing else, I was hoping to be in music heaven. We head in and the place has a decent amount of people, but nowhere near a usual Saturday crowd due to everyone else being at the Irish pubs. Anywho, we proceed to go upstairs and hear what the DJ decided to play. After a few songs, I realized I wasn't going to be hearing anything I wanted, so we went back downstairs for some good old punk. My roommate's friend excuses himself to the bathroom and I grab a round of drinks. We noticed another guy followed him into the bathroom, so my roommate and I proceed to freak out that he's about to get jumped since the ladies room was a one person potty. He comes back out and we ask him what happened. Looking at us funny, he said, "Well, if you must know, I had to pee." The other guy comes out and overhears our conversation.
Enter Bird Man. After a few smoke breaks with Brandon, Bird Man (BM) realizes that we are not in fact there together and got the go ahead to hit on me. The entire time, I am completely oblivious. I fail at this whole picking up on flirting thing. At first, I think he's just talking to the group of us or Brandon. He invites us to another bar that plays more industrial music. I was game, as were my companions, so we piled into a cab yet again. The next bar was pretty sweet, definitely more my speed and there was a dance floor. *Insert happy dance here* BM paid for all our covers, so that was pretty awesome. My roommate goes away to get a drink, so its just me and BM. We discover similar tastes in music and get into a conversation about Nine Inch Nails. I text my roommate to find out where she went. Her response was one simple sentence that clued me in to what was going on: "I'm letting that guy hit on you." After reading that, I excuse myself to dance to a few songs while I figure out how I didn't realize I was getting picked up. Conversation continues to go well with BM, so after he politely asks , I put my phone number in his cell. He tells me he'll call me tomorrow and take me to lunch.
The entire cab ride home, I'm kind of in shock. I hadn't even entertained the idea of meeting someone new, but I convinced myself he wouldn't call anyways. Boys never call when they say they're going to. After sleeping off the drinking from the night before, I get up and make breakfast. Much to my surprise, my phone rings and its BM. We decide to meet up at a diner later that day for lunch. Conversation goes well again and we agree to see on another once I return from my trip.
It started out so well. But alas, there's more.... I'll save part two for my next post. Stay tuned.
I proceeded to get spiffied up and my roommate and her friend Brandon get back to the apartment. After a quick shot for good luck, we hop in a cab and head out. I was excited because it was supposed to be Industrial night, so if nothing else, I was hoping to be in music heaven. We head in and the place has a decent amount of people, but nowhere near a usual Saturday crowd due to everyone else being at the Irish pubs. Anywho, we proceed to go upstairs and hear what the DJ decided to play. After a few songs, I realized I wasn't going to be hearing anything I wanted, so we went back downstairs for some good old punk. My roommate's friend excuses himself to the bathroom and I grab a round of drinks. We noticed another guy followed him into the bathroom, so my roommate and I proceed to freak out that he's about to get jumped since the ladies room was a one person potty. He comes back out and we ask him what happened. Looking at us funny, he said, "Well, if you must know, I had to pee." The other guy comes out and overhears our conversation.
Enter Bird Man. After a few smoke breaks with Brandon, Bird Man (BM) realizes that we are not in fact there together and got the go ahead to hit on me. The entire time, I am completely oblivious. I fail at this whole picking up on flirting thing. At first, I think he's just talking to the group of us or Brandon. He invites us to another bar that plays more industrial music. I was game, as were my companions, so we piled into a cab yet again. The next bar was pretty sweet, definitely more my speed and there was a dance floor. *Insert happy dance here* BM paid for all our covers, so that was pretty awesome. My roommate goes away to get a drink, so its just me and BM. We discover similar tastes in music and get into a conversation about Nine Inch Nails. I text my roommate to find out where she went. Her response was one simple sentence that clued me in to what was going on: "I'm letting that guy hit on you." After reading that, I excuse myself to dance to a few songs while I figure out how I didn't realize I was getting picked up. Conversation continues to go well with BM, so after he politely asks , I put my phone number in his cell. He tells me he'll call me tomorrow and take me to lunch.
The entire cab ride home, I'm kind of in shock. I hadn't even entertained the idea of meeting someone new, but I convinced myself he wouldn't call anyways. Boys never call when they say they're going to. After sleeping off the drinking from the night before, I get up and make breakfast. Much to my surprise, my phone rings and its BM. We decide to meet up at a diner later that day for lunch. Conversation goes well again and we agree to see on another once I return from my trip.
It started out so well. But alas, there's more.... I'll save part two for my next post. Stay tuned.
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