Dinner with Mr. Stunning

So, Mr. Stunning and I had dinner at this casual sandwich-type place tonight. Then we went to a nearby bar and chatted over a couple of drinks each. We hung out for two hours in all. Then he had to head off to work on his dissertation. As we parted ways, he told me that we should do this again. In fact, he said it would be really cool if we made this a weekly/bi-weekly thing.

Sigh… he’s still hot. I still have a crush on him.

When we were chatting over dinner, though, I thought, what did I see in this guy? he’s hot and that’s it. It wasn’t until we got to the bar, a more casual setting, and had a drink or two, that I started to want him again.

The subject of his new boyfriend did come up. Tomorrow it’s going to be a month. At one point at the bar, towards the end of our time together, I can’t remember exactly what he said, but whatever it was it made me want to cry. I felt a tiny lump in my throat and wished I could tell him what I was feeling, but that wouldn’t have been a good thing to do.

I came home and played out this narrative in my head. We make it a weekly thing, we get dinner and go to a bar. Finally, one evening, I can’t take it any more, and in this emotional monologue, I pour it all out to him and tell him that I’ve had this crush on him ever since I met him.

Aren’t TV movies great?

When I came home I had this yearning. It wasn’t a sexual yearning. No — I wanted to cuddle up on the couch with someone, rest against someone special.

I so want a boyfriend lately.

Meanwhile, I went to 20something last night. I wasn’t going to go, but I decided, what the hell; when you have an opportunity to go to a place where you might meet people, you should do it. So I went.

And I met someone… I got into a long conversation with this cute guy who also seems intelligent and sweet.

We’re going to a museum together on Sunday… I like him.

Oh — and I postponed Friday night’s dinner plans with the Gay Jewish Lawyer, because I realized that I had plans to watch the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics that night. Next week is very busy for him, though, so possibly we’re having dinner next weekend instead.

As the blog turns.