Wine Guy

So another guy I'm interested in is a sommelier at one of the best restaurants in Chicago. It's ranked the #15 restaurant in the world. When he told me where he worked, I was like "Holy Shit."

This guy is gorgeous. He's like a mix between James Dean and Eric Northman from True Blood. He's nice and tall too. 6'3. We had beers and snacks at one of my favorite bars in my hood, Bangers and Lace. He ordered a bottle of my favorite sour beer, Geueze, for us to share. I mean he's pretty and has that hipster vibe going on that I like. But not over the top. He just kind of looks like he could have stepped out of 1955 and into a wine bar. Old school handsome. The thing is he's not a huge talker. I did a lot of the talking, and that's how he likes it apparently. He talked about the places he will take me and the things we will do and some other stuff. Nothing to write home or a blog about. I had a good time though, we were out til 1:45. He drove me home and I gave him a hug before I got out of the car and he kissed me on the cheek. He started texting me about 5 min later, he wanted to see me again.

The next day he was texting me again and Mr. Ravioli was at my house and I was stressed he'd see my phone. In any case, we made a date, which he cancelled the day of. I joked that we have a 1/5 success rate, which is true because out of 5 dates we'd planned, only one had come to fruition. But he continued to communicate with me, he texted me before I left for my Croatia trip (next blog), and once while I was there to say he was thinking about me. But I just went out with him again yesterday and I think it's already over.

He's just...boring. The first time we went out there was a lot to talk about because we didn't know anything about each other, and, like I said, I did most of the talking. But this time it was almost like pulling teeth. Not to mention, I was in a bad mood because my cab never showed up so I walked out to Western Ave to hail one and there weren't any and I was getting harassed by these Puerto Ricans who ended up following me and I couldn't get a cab so I walked the whole way in heels and got blisters and was really late and dressed up and sweaty and pissed off. Longest sentence ever. I was annoyed because he drove and could've just picked me up, which he said himself. Instead he came and met me on foot when I was like 5 min away from the bar.

I don't feel like I was annoying about it, I made a conscious effort to be in good humor about the situation, but maybe I was too complainy? I'm not sure, but we had 3 drinks, and I even bought a round, then I took off my painful shoes on the walk to his car and he drove me home and this time I did not get a follow up text. Which I'm ok with because the whole time I was struggling through conversation with this guy, I was actually thinking about how I was looking forward to my date with Roger later. Yes, I double booked. It was my only day off in Chicago for a long time!

After falling asleep on the couch in one of my new TopShop outfits from London (black silk shorts with white silk see-thru button-up tank, black bra.) Roger showed up at my house at 9. We drove to Lakeview and ended up at DMK which I had heard has the best burgers in Chicago. Ok I'm going to time out here for a sec. Roger drove me to the airport for my Croatia trip and when I arrived in London I had this massive email from him, gushing about how much he loves spending time with me, how much he misses me (I'd just left) etc etc. and I was like 'Whoah.' Slow your roll, son. It weirded me out a little and I didn't reply for 4 days and just sent a bland response. He got the hint because he then waited a couple days and was less "feely". We wrote back and forth a few more times. Anyway I wasn't sure how I felt about seeing him when I got back. But I found myself really looking forward to it and really enjoying myself. It's so comfortable with him.

He stayed over and was a perfect gentleman as always. Early this morning, about an hour ago actually, before he left for work, he was just staring at me and he said "You are so uniquely beautiful. Sometimes when I look at you, I feel like I'm looking at an old photograph."
This is the kind of shit he says! Constantly! How can you not fall for someone who talks to you like that? And yet, I still don't want him to be my boyfriend.