Okay, so my last post had to do with what a flakey douche Finger Foods is. Well this post has to do with what a bitchy douche I apparently am. Remember all the craptastic things I said about him? Yeah, well forget them (okay, maybe not all of them as he is still and will forever be one of the most unorganized people I’ve ever met). So I had dinner with FF last night and it was lovely. He invited me out to a wonderful (and expensive as shit) restaurant. Although I told him it wasn’t necessary, he insisted. Who am I to argue with good food? I got there before him and was waiting outside by the fountain. He arrived shortly after me, dressed very nicely and holding a wonderful arrangement of tea roses – arranged in a lovely little crystal vase. He had actually cut the roses from his garden and then run to Dillard’s on the way to dinner to buy the vase to put them in. How fucking sweet is that?
We had a wonderful dinner. We had many glasses of wine. We had dessert. We laughed, we toasted shit-tastic Match (otherwise we wouldn’t have met and NOT fallen in love 😉 ) I pumped him for information on one of his hasher friends who I’ve always thought was cute (in a 2″ shorter than me sorta way) but who wears a wedding ring. Guess what? He’s not married. Guess what else? They’re going to happy hour together on Friday. Guess what else? I invited myself to join them! 😉
For a big ole’ flake, Finger Foods certainly is one of the nicest guys around. Too bad I’m not attracted to him (I’d eat him alive, poor boy).
Friday could be very interesting if this pans out AND I get to meet redheaded guy (with or without his ‘business partner’). I guess it will be a good night to wear flats…………