Relationship Consumated!

It happened tonight. We had sex.

We went out to dinner again and dancing. But tonight, she decided to cut the night short and go home. I think she had this all planned out. When I dropped her off, she insisted I come inside. This time, I agreed and followed her in.

Her place was very rustic and had a Latin flavor although she’s not Latin. She seems to be either very religious or a fan of crosses because she has them all over her apartment. Some are wooden and some are metal. She has them in all shapes and sizes all over the place. Some are free standing on her entertainment center and some are hanging on the wall. When I asked her about them, she said she likes to have them around because she feels they bring her protection.

We sat on her couch talking and sipping brand that she had poured for us. It didn’t take long before we started making out and, well, next thing you know, we’re in her bedroom. Let me tell you, it had been a long while since I had sex. I’m lucky I didn’t get overexcited and shoot the moon too early. The only thing that concerned me was that she had condoms handy. I had actually brought some myself, because I could feel this was coming, but before I could take one out, she pulled one out of her nightstand. I think she saw the look of shock on my face because she reassured me that she’s not in the habit of keeping them handy, they were for tonight.

Anyway, it was great, it was great, it was great. I was taken aback thought because she’s a biter. Shee bit my shoulder hard enough to break the skin. But I didn’t complain.

Hey, I had sex tonight. I should be on my roof dancing a jig.

But now here’s the thing, she leaves for Pennsylvania tomorrow. I won’t see her for two weeks, until after the New Year. I think she did this on purpose. She gave me a taste of things to come so I wouldn’t stray during the holiday break. If she only knew. At this point I’m ready to go down to the airport and camp out waiting for her return.

It’s going to be one hell of a long wait.

-Randall

The First Real Date

Yeah, it’s late again, but I just had my first date with Samantha. Wow! It was awesome. What did I ever do in my life to deserve this girl to talk into my life.

This time I picked her up at her place. When she opened the door, she blew me away. She wore a nice dress that showed off her figure. The first thing she did when she opened the door was hug me. Right then I knew it would be a great night.

We had dinner at a steak house. We talked and laughed and got a bit tipsy from the wine. Once that passed we went dancing. I hadn’t gone dancing in such a long time.

See, my fiancé could dance, but she just wouldn’t dance with me. It’s not that I have two left feet. I can dance. I’m no Justine Timberlake, but I can hoof it. Still, she would never dance with me. Not at weddings, not at concerts, not at parties. I’d always ask her, but she never accepted. I was wondering if she would dance with me at our wedding. I guess I’ll never find out.

Regardless, I danced tonight and had a blast. This girl was sent down from heaven from God himself.

When I took her back home, I walked her to her door. I swear, we laughed all the way up her walkway. She asked me come in, but I declined. It was such a great night, I was afraid of ruining it. Now sitting here alone in front of this computer, I’m starting to regret it. Still, we’re going out again Tuesday night. She’s going back home to Pennsylvania on Thursday for the Christmas break. I won’t see her for two week.

That’s cruel.

-Randall

The Lunch Date

Well, I had lunch with Samantha and let me tell you, it went great. We met at this little Greek restaurant. I had never been there before. It was Samantha’s choice. I wasn’t going to argue.

I got there pretty early. I didn’t want to risk being late. I’m just that type of guy. I remember when I was younger and going for job interviews, I’d always drive out to the location the day before just to make sure I knew where the place was and how long it would take me to get there. I wasn’t that cautious this time around, but cautious enough.

After about ten minutes of waiting she showed up. She looked great. She wore these low cut jean, boots and a tight shirt that stopped right above her belly button. Holy cow, I almost fell off my chair. On my last post I said that she was a bit on the chubby side, but let me tell, you, she somehow found a way to loose some weight overnight because today she looked hot. Too hot for me that’s for sure.

The conversation flowed well all through lunch. I was afraid, after last night, I wouldn’t have much left to say, but I was wrong. We made each other laugh. That’s a good sign. I think we clicked.

After lunch we said our goodbyes and she hugged me. I wasn’t expecting that. A pretty girl hadn’t hugged me since my fiancée left me. Up to that point, all female hugs had been relegated to family members. It felt good.

We’re going out Sunday night. This will be an actual date. Now I’m starting to get nervous.

-Randall

Office Christmas Party

Well, I just got home from our office Christmas party. I'm pretty friggin tired, but I want to write while everything's fresh in my head.

The party was actually not that bad. The party took place at El Portal on Wall Street. There were about ten people there. Six were employees of the veterinary office and four were friends and family. I, of course, didn't bring anyone. Still, I had fun.

My secret santa gave me a Chinese Tea mug. Kinda cool I guess, but I don't drink tea and I'm not Chinese so, I guess I'll just put it in the cupboard for when I have company.

Now, I won't bore you with the details of the party, but I will tell you about the young lady I met. We'll call her Samantha to protect her identity.

Samantha is the sister of our receptionist. She's cute, a little on the chubby side, but who cares, right. What's important is her sense of humor. Our receptionist introduced her to me and we got to talking. Turns out she's also a Los Angeles transplant, although, she's been here in Seattle for approximately three years. Turns out we both lived in West Los Angeles. Weird, huh. I had to come all the way to Seattle to meet someone who almost lived next door to me. Small world indeed.

Anyway, we spent the night talking and making fun of Los Angeles. Where everyone has a script and every waiter is an aspiring actor. We both hate the same fakery that permeates the very existence of most Angelenos. I have found that not to be the case here in Seattle and I find that refreshing.

We ended up talking for most of the night and ended up being two of the last people to leave. I like this girl a lot. She's really cool and down to earth. I think she digs me to. At least I hope. Anyway, I gave her my cell number. No she didn't ask for it, but she also didn't refuse it. I didn't want to ask for hers because I didn't want to put her in that position where she had to give out any personal info to a stranger. Although, a stranger that I think she likes.

We're supposed to get together for lunch. It was my suggestion to have lunch because it says a lot less than asking her for dinner. We'll see how that goes.

So there you go. I have my first date here in Seattle. I'll let you know how lunch goes. If it goes well, then maybe we can have dinner.

You know, tonight was the first night I didn't think about my ex-fiancé. I liked that.


-Randall

I'm in Seattle

Hey out there. My name is Randall. I just moved from Los Angeles to Seattle. I'm a vet and single. Actually, up until a few months ago I was engaged, but my fiancé broke it off. No, it wasn't because of anything juicy, like her cheating on me or me cheating on her. She was a wannabe actress who eventually landed a roll on a BBC sitcom. As a result she had to move to the United Kingdom to film. Hey, chance of a lifetime, right. I had to support her.

Initially, I wanted to try the long distance relationship thing and get married once she was done filming but she didn't want to. To tell you the truth, I don't think she actually wanted to get married. The role was just the perfect excuse at the perfect time and she used it to spring out of our relationship and out of my life. Oh, well. I think I'll eventually get over it. At least I hope.

I moved to Seattle because I had too many good memories back in Los Angeles. Too many places and too many haunts where my fiancé and I visited. Too many places we called our own. I figure it'll be easier getting over her here in Seattle. Out of sight, out of mind, right....right.

Anyway, I plan to begin dating soon and I'll do my best to post my experiences here on this blog. I think it will be therapeutic for me. I live by myself in a two-bedroom apartment. After work I don't have much to do. I don't have a television so, I guess I'll write. Know what's funny. I'm a veterinarian but I don't have any pets. Don't intend to either. I love the animals I work with, but I'm weird about having them at home. Don't like all the fur all over the place. Call me weird.

I'm signing off here. Let's see if I can keep up with my post.

-Randall556