Announcement! I did something last night I haven't done in YEARS! I, Carrie Cooper, went on a date. (Raquel and I are currently arguing the meaning of the term date but that's neither here nor there) So I took Alli to the Nationals game for her birthday last week where we spent the entire game at the Red Loft Bar. Being as it was a Tuesday evening, everyone came straight from work. I spot an extremely good looking man there where we eyesex each other for hours. I write my number down on a napkin and slip it to him on the way out the door. Ballsy, I know! I haven't been this bold since the time I wrote my number down on a stripper's card, hired a body guard and slipped it to a man with the longest mohawk in America. Moving on...
We have a quick chat on the way out of the stadium. I find out that his name is Connor (like Roseanne) and he lives in my neighborhood! Last night we flirtatiously text and meet up at a bar in the neighborhood. Raquel and I part ways after a little while and Connor and I venture to the Chi Cha lounge. At Chi Cha, Connor orders a strawberry houka and 2 miller lights. We relax, sip, smoke and get to know each other. "Im sorry, I just cant help myself," he says as he plants one on me, while gently grabbing my face in the way that makes us ladies weak in the knees. We are into each other. Hand holding and further kissing ensues as we continue to get to know one another.
He is sexy. I know I always date hideous looking creatures but he is the first guy that everyone might agree is good looking. Raquel can vouch. He is from Virginia and went to Dartmouth. From this moment forward he will now be referred to as "Dartmouth." Again, sexy. We are now dancing. The entire time, he is not letting go of my hand. "Wanna come over?" Shit! I am not ready for this. As Kelly Clarkson says in her new song, I do not hook up. I lay it out there and let him know that I am NOT sleeping with him and at most, heavy petting, is all he will get. So, Ive kiss and told too much already but I woke up in the nook. AM snugglefest at its finest. As my boss woud put it, I have turned into a "Big P."
My phone is vibrating out of control. I check it and find out that Raquel has lost her keys. She is locked out and sleeping on the neighbor's (who we do not know) couch. I will take her text to verbatum, "SAVE ME!" I obviously finish up the snuggling and then hop in a cabby (thats what we do in DC). It was my first inner city hook-up. I call Raq to tell her I am home and she meets me on the front stoop. We descend the stairs to our apartment where I immediately notice Raquel's keys left carelessly in the front door. Welcome to my life.
So in conclusion, I am not going to marry this guy but I'll take it as practice. Mr. and Mrs. Connor and Carrie Cooper. I dont think so.
We have a quick chat on the way out of the stadium. I find out that his name is Connor (like Roseanne) and he lives in my neighborhood! Last night we flirtatiously text and meet up at a bar in the neighborhood. Raquel and I part ways after a little while and Connor and I venture to the Chi Cha lounge. At Chi Cha, Connor orders a strawberry houka and 2 miller lights. We relax, sip, smoke and get to know each other. "Im sorry, I just cant help myself," he says as he plants one on me, while gently grabbing my face in the way that makes us ladies weak in the knees. We are into each other. Hand holding and further kissing ensues as we continue to get to know one another.
He is sexy. I know I always date hideous looking creatures but he is the first guy that everyone might agree is good looking. Raquel can vouch. He is from Virginia and went to Dartmouth. From this moment forward he will now be referred to as "Dartmouth." Again, sexy. We are now dancing. The entire time, he is not letting go of my hand. "Wanna come over?" Shit! I am not ready for this. As Kelly Clarkson says in her new song, I do not hook up. I lay it out there and let him know that I am NOT sleeping with him and at most, heavy petting, is all he will get. So, Ive kiss and told too much already but I woke up in the nook. AM snugglefest at its finest. As my boss woud put it, I have turned into a "Big P."
My phone is vibrating out of control. I check it and find out that Raquel has lost her keys. She is locked out and sleeping on the neighbor's (who we do not know) couch. I will take her text to verbatum, "SAVE ME!" I obviously finish up the snuggling and then hop in a cabby (thats what we do in DC). It was my first inner city hook-up. I call Raq to tell her I am home and she meets me on the front stoop. We descend the stairs to our apartment where I immediately notice Raquel's keys left carelessly in the front door. Welcome to my life.
So in conclusion, I am not going to marry this guy but I'll take it as practice. Mr. and Mrs. Connor and Carrie Cooper. I dont think so.
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