Real life dating stories # 6 – stage 10 clinger
Who doesn’t love rooftops?!? So when invited to a rooftop party, I typically grab my girls and go. Unfortunately this Monday, no one was around to be my plus one. But it’s was an open bar that I could not miss out on. So I go, I cocktail and I mingle.
Amidst my liquor infused conversations I meet this guy, who seems to be engaging, interesting and a bit entertaining. Although he was not my typical type, I gave him a chance.
After a couple of hours of small talk (he didn’t leave my side 🤦🏻♀️) he asks me to grab a bite. I take up the offer since sobering up is probably the best idea for my inevitable Tuesday morning hangover.
We head to a place near by and grab some small bites. I knew I had to get out of there sooner then later so no expectations or feelings would be broken.
We pay the bill – in case you were wondering I split it (momma can buy her own food). I decided I had to bounce, I pretend call a cab so there would not be any awkward goodbyes hugs/going in for a smooch.
I stand corrected, I was not this lucky. As I excuse myself and say goodbye he tries to lay one on me. I detracted the situation by saying we were in the middle of a dining room but still the cheek dance occurred.
He asked me for my number and reluctantly I punched my digits in. As I was passing back his phone, I realized I accidentally was one digit off (I know that you are thinking, but it was actually an accident).
I thought I was in the clear but no he proceeds to take a selfie and FaceTime this number. I’ve never high tailed it out of a bar in heels before.