I've Got 10 Digits---YAY

So, last night was my gay dart league night (no snickers behind your hands). Gay darts, who knew...Anyway, we were playing at a host bar (which is notoriously known for the "going ons" in the dark corner at the backside (he he) of the bar. It is one of the few leather bars where I live, and I was not sure I would feel comfortable in a bar with a bunch of leather daddies (hot, muscle leather daddies would have been a different story-but they are mythical beings, I have decided, much like the unicorn or pegasus).

We (my roommate Seth and I) arrived at the bar to begin warming up with the rest of the team, who was already there. It wasn't too bad in the bar (they had $1.75 bottles of beer-which makes any bar a good bar in my book). The bartender had a mohawk, and was tattooed on his wrists with flames, and remembered my Bud Lights all night.

When we had to draw cards to see who we would compete with, I hoped that I wouldn't be paired up with the hotty that I had tried not to look at too often. He would distract me mercilessly with his rockin bod.

It ended up that I didn't have to play him...Whew...

I kind of felt uncomfortable, because all the guys would check out my ass when I started throwing. Usually it doesn't bother me if someone wants to take an appraising look at my back porch...it was the commentary that kinda threw me. I guess it was my own fault in a way.

I wore jeans so tight that my boxer briefs became a thong...my butt was hungry for underwear. Every time I stood up to throw, I would have to pull my low-rise, boot cut, tight-ass jeans down so I could "walk" to the board.

We played close games with the team, and we ended up winning by one point. As they congratulated us with handshakes and hugs, I was told that I should stay for underwear night (1/2 price drinks if you drop trou). I giggle like an asian schoolgirl and flirtingly decline.

One of my teammates and I decided to stay a little while later, before going to our home bar, and throw more darts with these guys, because they were a ton-o-fun. My teammate and I entertained three guys on the other team so much, that they decided to meet us at our bar.

We drive over after kicking ass and taking names in 4-team cricket (my partner and I were unstoppable--I took out the first game with a hat trick and won the 2nd with a single then double bull). We were on top of the world, looking down at creation, when we staggered through our bar's door. I stood in shock...Hotty was there...

Thankfully I recover quickly and turn on my Scorpio charm (flirty yet intense). We all laugh, tell stories, and drink a few more beers.

Long story short kiddies...I gave Hotty my number after flirting with him for the rest of the night.

Much like Cher in Clueless, I know guy time (I was expecting a call Thursday or Friday-if he was still interested).

IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I GOT A CALL AN HOUR LATER!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen...I think that is a record for me. I saved his number in my cell, because I missed his call-very cute message though...

Looks like I might get Lucky on St. Patrick's Day!

deutschmarc