It was definitely not my intention to hook up with a guy when I
went out to dinner last month. I just didn't feel like cooking because it was
so hot outside and staying in didn't sound enticing. For some reason, I wanted
to be around other people, even if I wasn't talking to them. My two closest
friends were out of town, so I decided that I would go somewhere close and hang
solo.
I had just finished eating when M sat beside me at the bar. He
was cute and seemed like a decent guy, but I could also tell he was probably
much younger than me (I later learned he was 27). I overheard him tell the
bartender that he was in town for the week for his job and staying at the hotel
across the street. He asked what there was to do around the area. The bartender
gave him some good tips and he seemed content. A few moments later he turned to
me and mentioned my O's hat. He was from Atlanta and was a Braves fan. He was
surprised that I was knowledgeable about sports, and I think a little taken
aback when I even challenged him on some facts. We had a good banter going and
I was having a lot of fun with him.
