There is no replacing chemistry. Last night I had an epiphany. My partner in crime and I were dancing at the Rack. The night was booze filled and drama empty, just the way we like it. Then, I see...this guy. He is cute in the t-shirt and jeans kind of way, not the douchey button down shirt and cologne style, but the real guy look. I knew I kind of liked him because I actually felt a little shy. So, I danced with his friend. Yes my moves are that smooth. As the night goes on we all start to talk and I realize that these guys are actually intelligent, witty and cute. The trifecta. But there is just something about t-shirt guy that makes me knotty. I am coining that term for the feeling you get when experiencing true chemistry with someone that is both physical and intellectual. And it hits me. This is what was missing with the other guys I have been dating. That spark that comes from a guy that makes me laugh, is able to discuss Nietzsche at The Saddle Rack, and also can talk about why the World Cup is the greatest athletic tournament ever.
We went to Denny's after leaving the club, and I ordered some Hush Puppies, which we decided to call Churrnoballs, since they were like churro balls, and besides, who doesn't love a little nuclear disaster reference with their food. After eating we got up to leave and said our goodbyes. Oh well, I thought, as I climbed in my car, cool guys exist, even if I never see this guy again. Then a knock at my window, and it is t-shirt guy asking if he can put his number in my cell, to which I said yes. He had asked a few times throughout the night, because he left his phone in his truck, so I was glad for the follow through. Ball is in my court. At some point today, I think I may text?
Overall it was a really great night. Carri and I always have fun and seem to generate memorable experiences...hey at least this one did not involve homeless Jesus and his fork!
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