The great date

July 8, 11:27 AMPick Up ExaminerTiffany Yvonne Cox

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Imagine that, I finally got what I wanted. Well, at least 70% of it.

I was in Atlanta visiting family for Carnival Weekend.  Of course, I couldn't allow an opportunity for hunting pass me by.  I called up an old friend from college who lived in the area.  J. was an admissions counselor at my college while I was there.  The year I graduated is the same year that he accepted a job in Atlanta, therefore circumstances made it alright for us to converse in public.  He is 32, 5ft. 4inches, good looking, smart, motivated,and a gentleman.  I never thought about pursuing him until we actually hung out.

Isn't it amazing how the ones who are really for us end up being people we know.

J. has a problem of being a bit of a flake.  His tail will keep you waiting all day while he is running about doing who knows what.  The only reason why I dealt with it is because I didn't have any other options and I wanted this one.  For once I found a man that I actually liked and wanted.  This is what this whole experiment is about and I  had potentially reached my goal.  The only problem was that I was only in Atlanta to visit.  Uhhh so frustrating!  I find my type and I can't really have him because we don't live in the same area.

J. gets me around midnight and we head to The Highlands to grab a drink.  Granted, I was already pretty loose after having 4 shots of tequila with my family, but I was ready for some more fun.  Carnival weekend, enough said.

I had on my "F Me Dress" and dancing heels just to be sure he realized the importance of spending his time very wisely with me. The first bar was a Frat scene.  Not my style, but I choked it down in order to work some magic.  We had a lovely conversation.  I kept my eyes glued to him with one hand, ever-so-gently, brushing his thigh.  I could tell he was nervous because he kept on smiling and looking away.  Plus he only touched his fingertips to my knees as if he was scared of crossing the line.  It was quite adorable.

Before we headed to the next bar I went to the bathroom, because something below was definitely off kilter.

*Sigh*

Why did Monet come to town.

Allow me to introduce you to Monet.  She is my period.  I named her because she is always with me.  Such a beautiful thing that brings tons of complications.  That night she was annoying because her presence placed physical limitations.  Yes, I like to have the option of going there if necessary, and I don't want to have to worry about accidents on my "F Me Dress"!

We left the bar and headed to another up the street for one more drink.  As we walked to this bar I hooked my arm in his until he decided we should hold hands instead.

Homeboy started getting bold.

The next bar offered wine, so I got a glass while Jackie took some other coke concoction.  As we were waiting for the drinks he massaged my back.  I told him he could press harder.  Hahaha, I'm such a lil flirt.  Anyway he stepped into me and pressed harder with his hands.  I could tell he was enjoying all of this.

We grabbed a table outside of this adorable bar and chatted some more.  Jackie is a poet and he told me that he was a hopeless romantic, hence the reason why many of his poems are about women.  Can a girl ask for more?  I was really feeling him and he was saying all of the right things.  He was completely honest about his feelings towards me and his wants.  My butt turned into a hot mess because I wanted him, but I am not about  "playing house", as WL#1 would say.

"Playing House" is acting as if you are in a relationship, although you know after a certain amount of time you all have to go on with your lives.

I tell him this, and he just continues to say that I have him for today and whatever other time we may scrounge up this weekend.  Yes, I agreed to "playing house" although I shouldn't have.

Then we kissed.

We decide to continue our night, so we hopped in his car and headed back to his place to talk some more since the bars in the area were closing.

When we arrived at his adorable apartment we didn't have the chance to talk much.  In the middle of it all, I thought to myself, if there was an opportunity for this to be something for real, there is no way I would have gone to his place.  But, since I only had him for the night I was going to take what I could get.

After a few hours he took me home. 

Now ladies - please, please, please - whether you are doing the walk of shame or just leaving a location with a man; never look busted.  Straighten your dress, fix your makeup, and comb your hair.  You should look the same way you did when you left before.  Keep it classy.

Shoot, I looked good when I walked out of his car.

We decided to get together at least once more that weekend.  Did that happen?  I would say not.  Once again, flaky.  Usually, I would push a guy to the side with this sort of habit, but since he is someone I want, it is much harder.  I do wonder if we left out the physical portions of the night would he have been more adamant about actually getting together again or would it be the same.  Honestly, I think it would be the same.  And actions like that do not go over well with me.  I am not an Easy Bake Oven. Popping me in then shooting me out. Uh uh!

I will say, although things had no chance of progressing I had a great time.  And in actuality kind of met my goal.  We did not have dinner and I do not get to follow this up, but I do know that he appreciates me as I do him.  Also, this shows me that there is hope in finding the right guy for me after all.