UPDATE:
Nicole checking in.
So, about 45 minutes after I sent the “WTF is soon” note, I decided to hedge a bit. I mean, I did want Mr. Soon to respond and, knowing a bit about him, was beginning to think aggressive was going to squish his fragile little ego. I followed-up with…
Me: “Just yankin’ your chain. Hope you had a good rest of the night and I look forward to hearing from you.” (You know, something sort of soft and kind was in order.)
A bit later, I left Jenny’s and hit the scene running. En route, I had the following exchange with another eligible bachelor, Mr. B (two love interests at the same time – breaking one of Billy’s rules – danger coming!):
Me: Whatcha up to? I’m out.
Mr. B: At the bar. How long are you staying?
Me: Just got here and the music ain’t bad.
Mr. B: I need to go home soon unless you want to meet up.
Eventually, Mr. Bachelor and I met on the dance floor where we stayed until 1:30 drinking Newkies, dancing the night away.
Mr. Soon who? Yup. I had forgotten all about him and was instead thinking Mr. B and I had time for one more beer. Hmm, I just happened to have Stout cooling back at the house. I live downtown. It’s just too convenient. We headed to my place.
Mr. B and I were cooling our heels on the couch when, uh oh, it happened. Buzz goes the Blackberry. Then Buzz. Buzz. My Blackberry was blowing-up! In between kisses with Mr. B, I was actually trying to correspond with Mr. Soon and keep him at bay. Breaking ALL KINDS of rules here … I knew I was headed for trouble.
Mr. Soon: Hey
Mr. Soon: Hey no sex. Whats uo
Me: *Didn’t write anything*
Mr. Soon: 4 telephone calls
Yup, that’s right. Mr. Soon had worked-in FOUR phone calls and clearly indicated he was on the way. I had to take care of this situation and get Mr. B out of there! Amid much protest, Mr. B’s car was not exactly near-by (guess he could call a cab!), I shooed Mr. B. out the door and awaited Mr. Soon.
Ladies and Gents, “soon” was 3:00am.
