I know I left you hanging with my last post, but I had some things to finish up. I've loved, loved, LOVED being back in Kansas City. Being back with friends has been more than amazing and so much fun, to say the very least. With many of you, it was like I was never gone. We immediately picked right back up where we left off and I feel like I was never gone. Thanks to the many welcome back drinks and shots, I think I may have gained a small percentage of my tolerance back that I seemed to have lost over the past two years in PA School. I wish I could individually thank each and every one of you, but I know I'd inadvertently miss someone and then, boom...I'm the bad guy. Many of you I didn't get to hang out with nearly enough and some of you I didn't even get to see. I wish I had more time.
Now on to the lessons in love/lust I've been taught and/or reminded of.
KC, over the past 6 weeks you taught me what it means to "hang out." Last time I checked, when you asked someone if they wanted to hang out, that meant you wanted to spend time with them, get to know them better...and maybe stay sober. Apparently, not anymore. I felt like I was singing another verse in that stupid Tim McGraw song, Back When. NEWS FLASH..."Hang out" is now code for, "Hey do you want to come over so I can have sex with you?" Total letdown. I actually kind of liked this guy - which is actually huge for me considering I've been anti-boys for the past year - until I realized he only wanted to "hang out" the second way and not the first. Woof.
You also reminded me meeting love interests happens when you least expect it. Except, even when you least expect it, timing is still everything. I met plaid shirt guy one random Thursday night at Kona Grill. We had been eyeing each other all night and he was yet to approach me. A few glasses of wine later and after a pep talk from a friend, I decided to make the first move and approach him. We had wonderful conversation and plaid shirt was really impressing me. Until I found out he was moving to Chicago. Bummer.
We went out on a date anyway and it was amazing. Complete gentleman. Smart. Successful. Really seemed like he had his shit together. So we hung out a second time before he left - and by that I mean the first definition of hanging out - what I thought hanging out was...sober. He kept saying all these sweet things to me and acted like he was totally in to me asking about my life, my career, etc. He even shared with me how he told his boss and his boss's wife all about me (I mean I am kind of a big deal). Plans of a trip to Chicago were spoken of leading me to believe he wanted to continue talking after he left to see what could happen. After all, STL is closer to Chicago than KC - which he actually pointed out. Yea, right...I almost believed it. Since, the only time I've heard from him was when I texted him to make sure he made it to Chicago okay. Just as I expected. Double woof.
So KC, I guess it comes down to this. We have a love-hate relationship with one another. I love you for my friends and being close to my family. I love you for the Plaza and the Falloon. I love you for First Fridays and Sol Cantina. I love you for Prairie Village, Mission Hills and the Zinn's. I love you for reminding me how far I've come over the past two years. But I hate you for my love life - or lack there of. So that leaves me with this...
...Bring it on Dallas. Show me the sweet southern gentleman I deserve. I'm ready.
-Stay Sassy, xo