Gentleman???? X
This "gentlemen" friend is Serbian, so I'm always wondering if it is a language barrier or customs barrier that he doesn't appear to know how to treat a woman.
I think Mr. 2Forks, as we'll call him, is super handsome.
In fact, our first encounter was in December when I had noticed a girlfriend of mine across the bar, alone, to come over to my side of the bar, so we could visit, but once she got over to my side, this handsome Mr. 2Forks approached, and they locked eyes, and seemed to have an instant connection. I had never seen Mr. 2Forks before that. My girlfriend lives with a boyfriend, but as this didn't seem to matter, I just excused myself and walked home.
The next day I was told that this pair was seen kissing at the bar.
I didn't see him again until maybe February, when I told him he looked familiar, and then he reminded me it was because I left him and my "cuban" friend there. Because I hadn't seen her after that incident, I didn't immediately remember. After some recollection, I laughed, and exclaimed:
"Oh! That's right!! You were kissing her!!
Well, I told him, you won't be kissing me!" Finally, I laughed, & I told him "you know she has a boyfriend?" He responded, yes I figured when she didn't respond to my texts."
Anyway, we finished our drinks there, each paid our checks, and then walked to another bar with live music. We danced, had 1 drink, which he paid, and then he drove me home, because I was tired around 11pm. I gave him a quick kiss and hopped out of the car.
I still don't know what he was expecting. However, after that he was pretty cold to me the couple times that we would run into each other following that fun evening. Then, last night Mr. 2Forks said it was because my phone kept buzzing, and then I was tired, so I went "home."
Guess he didn't believe that is where I went?? But he dropped me off??
Backing up to last weekend: I went to this same bar for Happy Hour & to celebrate with a new real estate sales associate who just signed onto my Keller Williams LivingTracy team. Mr. 2Forks was standing by an empty chair in a full bar. He moved over and motioned for me to sit there, and all the while was very attentive...even said that he'd like to take me to South Beach's "South of Fifth," which is an area I frequented when I lived there, and I told him I'd love that.
My associate/friend said that "he's really into you." Yet, he never made any motion to offer me a drink and while he'd invited me to South Beach, I thought, talk is cheap...I didn't really see that happening.
The associate friend, Coco, that I'd arrived with left, and my other girlfriend, Kat arrived to visit.
Mr. 2Forks grabbed me by the arm, as tho an expression not to leave, but then he went to the other side of the bar for what seemed like an extended amount of time, so my friend Kat and I also left.
He text me later: "Chicken...You're chicken."
The next day I responded: "I would love to spend time with you, but we didn't have any plans last night....Did we?"
Then the next morning he said he'd had a terrible hangover. Mr. 2Forks said he'd gone home right after I left, and today he was "detoxing." He invited me to his pool, which was all he was going to do or said he'd come to visit my pool.
At first I accepted his invitation, but then after more thought, and speaking with my girlfriends about this, we decided this wasn't an appropriate 1st invitation. It was recommended to me to wait until he felt better, and then wait for an invitation outside of his building, which Coco, who met him, and said he's really into you, but that is just a "sex invitation."
So, I declined, & the next day text him to see if he felt better, maybe we could do brunch?
His reply was that he was detoxing, so I went to brunch alone, and met a nice man and a woman (friends) who invited me after brunch to go to Flannigans to meet their other guy friend for a drink.
There, this new guy picked up dinner for his girlfriend, took it home to her, and then met us all at the first guy's house in Coral Gables for a game of pool. I love pool, as growing up, I would bring my dates back home to play pool after we went out on the town of Leo, Indiana. ("out" could only be Ft. Wayne!)
So, sometimes, I am quite good, and always competitive. HA!
Finally around 6-6:30pm, I received a message from Mr. 2Forks. He was at Bulla, where I had brunch, and wanted to know if I was still there...my response: "why would I still be there?"
Anyway, so this guy, Mr. 2Forks, tapped me on the back last night, a few days later.
I made space & he sat down. Said he was hungry, asked if I'd eaten.
Told him "no," & was curious to see what he'd do.
Turned out he'd ordered himself a salad and asked for an extra fork so I could have some.
In his defense, he was very generous, because altho I only had a couple of bites, he kept encouraging me to eat more. However, I had no desire to eat Mr 2Fork's salad. He was hungry!
While this was very nice, I noted that he hadn't really ordered me anything.
I had 2 drinks on Happy Hour then put out cash to pay the bill.
Just then, Mr. 2Forks asked me why I was going to leave so soon.
45 minutes had passed since he'd put in his salad order, and he seemed to have trouble getting himself drinks, and because one of the bartenders working last night lives in my building, I had to keep intervening to get Mr. 2Forks served, as I seemed to get more response than he could get himself.
Just after I put my cash on the bar to pay the bill, the manager came over and offered us each 1 more drink for our trouble on the house and also later brought us a small plate of garlic shrimp. Super nice.
Mr. 2Forks was happy I was going to stay. Asked me who I played pool with the other day when 8 hours after I'd invited him to Bulla for brunch, he showed up. I told him how I'd met the couple over brunch..."yes, there were 2 guys"...yadda yadda yadda...This guy seemed jealous.
Just then came time for each of us to pay our bill. Mr. 2Forks offered to drive me home, but no attempt was made to reach for my bill. Even after his entire bill was comped by the restaurant, and mine was $13. He threw down $20, and said that he doesn't "take handouts."
We left the restaurant together, and then once in the street, I told him not to worry about taking me home. "I love the walk, and we are just drinking buddies."
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