As Usual, I Was Wrong

Apparently, The Punisher is the type to put himself out there again. How could he help himself, seeing me every week? I can be pretty irresistable. It happened last Monday night when I was out on what seemed like a good date with some Greek guy who proceeded to stalk me for the next 6 days, totally freaking me out. Even for me, the attention whore, his multiple daily texts and numerous unanswered calls were way too much.
When I got to the gym on Tuesday and we started working out, The Punisher mentioned that he'd called me the night before. I'd had a few glasses of vino with the crazy Greek, and wasn't paying attention to my phone. He said he called a little after 8, when he got out of work and was at Publix. I asked, "Oh, were you going to cook dinner for me?" He said, "Yes". Game on. I checked my call log later, and there it was...a missed call from BFF just after 8. As usual, no message.
So, we're making our way through our workout...with our usual chemistry and banter. And somewhere between bis and abs, we made plans...to go out...that night. And we were both giddy with anticipation.
I could have written the script of how the night would play out with my hands tied behind my back. Meet at bar. Have too many drinks. Ask a lot of questions. Have a few more drinks. Make out. Passionately. Go home. Alone. Indeed, that was the bones of it. The meat of it was the chemistry, the comfort level, the closeness. I asked most of the questions, as I always do. And he asked me if I was going to bring an interrogation light next time. "Am I asking too many questions?, I asked. "No", he replied, "you're just curious." How else does one extract information from a virtual stranger other than by asking questions? Are all the other women in South Florida that these guys are dating imbecilic twits who can barely form a question? I guess I answered my own question.

The hours flew by like minutes. I knew the passion and chemistry would be there. That was a given from the first day we met. What I didn't know was how gentle and affectionate he'd be. Life is always full of surprises. We made our way from one bar to the next...after so many hours we wanted a change of scenery...although our eyes were clearly only on each other. We ended up at a little dive bar by the beach. Live band, cheap booze and the next thing you know, with just the slightest encouragement from some girls on the makeshift dance floor, I was out there doing my little dance. When I repositioned myself on the barstool next to him it was late and we were both full of liquid courage. And he kissed me. It was soft and sweet, yet intense and passionate. And he looked at me with his bright green eyes as he stroked my silky hair with his calloused hand, pushing my hair away from my face, telling me how pretty I am. And what an incredible smile I have. And he just kept petting me, and kissing my face, like I was his little puppy. The next thing we knew it was last call. 2 am. Time to go home. The night played out exactly as I'd anticipated from the day I showed up at the gym and pranced around in my gold wedges. And it left me wanting more...