All about the single life in Seattle

Wednesday night LBC and I went to The Parlor in Bellevue.  Every Wednesday the local radio station, movin 92.5, promotes “Working Women’s Wednesday”.  I thought this would be a great opportunity to meet some new fun girls, talk about the July 1 medspa party I am starting to put together, LBC’s sex toys, and maybe even get some new readers for the blog.  Unfortunately there were just not enough cocktail servers in the room to serve everyone so we decided to move to the bar and come back after we got a drink.  We never made it back.  Good thing they do this every Wednesday!

As we walked around this huge venue, we realized that the Parlor is a pretty cool spot!  It’s like 5 bars in one.  One of the rooms had been set up for speed dating.  Since I did not have a date set up for the evening and I felt I owed it to you, the reader (see, I think of you) I signed up to meet someone new.  We had an hour or so before the speed dating started so we got to the bar and found out that these incredible happy hour specials are not limited to the WWW group.  We could have our $4 cocktails and $1.99 app sitting at the bar.  Nice! 

We sat at the bar and discussed my July 1st event, just brainstorming and putting together a plan for a fun party that is also a successful marketing event.  I did notice a guy to the left of LBC who appeared to be sitting alone but we did not initiate any conversation.  This is totally unlike us.  We always talk to strangers, especially cute guys that are sitting alone at the bar.  After about an hour I checked my watch and realized I had better get to this speed date.  I must admit I wasn’t too excited for it but tried to keep an open mind.  As we got up to leave, I looked back and saw the guy next to us turn to check us out.  Cute!  I was a little disappointed in myself; that was a missed opportunity.

We headed back to the speed dating room to find only the organizer, the manager, and no potential daters.  Apparently he got 3 women (LBC & I were 2) and 1 man that signed up.  Lame!  Ok, better luck next time.  “Wait!”, the organizer says “the one guy is about your age, CUTE, and he has an accent”.  He leaves to go get this guy and we are left to wonder what he is going to return with.  Is he really cute?  An accent?  What kind of accent?? 

He returns with this cutie that I must call “London”; guess you can figure out the accent now.  Even better, it’s the guy that was sitting right next to us at the bar.  Is this fate?  So LBC sits down with the organizer (she’s engaged anyway so she doesn’t need a date) and London and I sit down for a chat.  He is sweet….but he is only in town until Saturday.  Of course!  I try to put a little bit of a guard up.  Not going to fall for any guy that is leaving for another country in a matter of days.  I have a hard enough time with a man in another state! 

We have an easy conversation.  Yes, that accent is sexy as hell but he seems to be a really nice guy too.  We decide to move to the bar and grab another drink.  LBC joins and the three of us sit at a table for a bit.  It’s almost 9pm and LBC has to get home to Fiance.  I am torn but decide I had better go too.  Again, he’s only in town until Saturday so what’s the point?  Yes, I could have crazy sex but believe it or not, that not really what I’m all about.  Maybe in my 20’s but now I truly am looking for love.  And…in the spirit of keepin it real….I’m on my period too.

I tell LBC that I’ll walk out with her and since London is staying at the Marriott down the street I will just drive him back to the hotel.  He asks me to come in for a cocktail and of course I say yes.  I think I already knew that I was not going to be able to drive if I had another drink but at that point I did not care; I liked London.  If you haven’t figured it out yet, I like complicated relationships. 

We found a couch in the bar area that was  somewhat private; as private as you can get in a hotel bar.  As the conversation went on and we get up for bathroom breaks we seemed to move closer and closer together.  Ok so we’ve definitely got a mutual attraction….or a mutual buzz going on.  Since I headed out the door earlier thinking I was meeting ‘working women’ (sounds like hookers…I love it) I wore a tight pencil skirt, satin blouse, and 5″ Steve Madden Lezlie heels (pic included because I love these shoes.  The style is about 2 years old but I get so many compliments when I wear them.  What you can’t see is there is a sexy little line down the back of the heel…hot).

Steve Madden Lezlie Peep Toe Pumps

Not the most comfortable outfit for lounging on the couch so after I suggested we go up to his room to get comfortable.  What guy doesn’t want to hear that one right?  I’m sure he assumed I bought a little something sexy from the bunny shop and was ready to show it off.  Well here we go back to the suck it in (previously reference in the ‘Cum on My Tits’ post from last week).  I don’t usually wear underwear so I said I would strip down to my ’suck it in’ (spanx) and bra.  Hilarious!  London agrees and tells me he has more wine and beer in his room. 

We go to his room and he puts some music on and we just chit chat and drink wine.  London asks if, since I am in a bra and spanx, can he get down to his boxers.  Sure!  I was a little surprise when “boxers” to him meant a pair of rock star panties.  They were small (not his cock ladies, his underwear).  Think Simon from Real Housewives (well no, don’t think about him he’s a freak but I love that).  They’re a little more free outside of the US, aren’t they?  We should take note.  But guess what…we didn’t even have a big makeout session.  He wasn’t all over me, he was a great guy and now I want even more.  We were drunk (BTW – “pissed” is what he calls it), we were tired (he was still adjusting to the huge time difference), and we don’t remember who feel asleep first but we crashed.  I woke up cold and he was on top of the covers so I couldn’t get under them without waking him up so I just switched to the other bed.  A few hours later I woke up and he had moved to the bed with me and was spooning me.  How sweet!  Not shoving his boner between my buttcheeks, just a really sweet, tender thing.  Oh Jesus, don’t make me fall for you London.  You live so FAR!!! 

I had an appointment to meet with the GREAT GUY that helped me do some behind the scenes housekeeping with the blog at 10am so I had to get up early and leave the hotel.  London wanted me to stay longer but I just couldn’t.  I hated leaving him.  I hated leaving without brushing my teeth.  I told him I would contact him later in the day but we made a plan to go back to The Parlor Thursday night to see the comedians (you know I love comedy!!).  I gave him a quick kiss goodbye and was on my way!  What a cutie….