It is so strange how it all happened. I met him on a Thursday. I must confess I actually went to the pub to check out another guy I had a crush on. I sat there at the bar and the bartender ( my crush) took my order and ignored me for the rest of the night. What was that?
Anyway, so I recovered quickly. I chatted it up with other patrons and started having a good time. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw this red headed dude checking me out. He was adorable, but I really didn't pay it much attention because I was still sweating that bartender (Just a little)
A moment came when all the other people I was chatting with left and he sat beside me. He just started talking. He talked about his love for music. That's how he got me to bite. He really knows music. He follows these improv bands all over the Southeast. He is a drummer. He plays African drums. (Can you believe that?) He can name all the different types of West African drums.
So later that night we went for a walk and we talked about everything. He is a connoisseur of delicacies from cigarillos to pale ales. I love people who know about the things they like. Then in the moon light he wrapped his arm around my waste and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a long perfect kiss. The kind of kiss that previewed what he was capable of. It was the kind of kiss that made me want to show him what I was capable of.
And that's the beginning of my love story. It is just getting better.