His responses that day by the pool already caught my eye.  Proper text etiquette is a must, grammar included…those things say a lot about a person, so when he proved himself text able, it was hard to turn down his request to come see him at the bar that night.  Well, that and the combination of all the traits the cocktail told me he had. However, not to sound too eager, I told him I would see what my plans were.

On my way out with my sister later that night, he texted me again saying I should stop by. This time I said ok, but he had to guess who I was. And when the bar was empty, this proved to be a very easy task–especially because he already knew I was a short, brunette who wears large flowers in her hair.

And him? Well, the petite, blonde cocktail was spot on. And he was very. tall. 6′6” to be exact and had a sexy, sexy beard that he told me he was shaving soon.

My sister, brother and I all sat at the bar and he offered me different types of dark beers to try. He was very cute and I could tell he wasn’t too sure of how to talk to me. The siblings smoked their cigarettes and he and I debated over a Bill Withers song and like a good bartender trying to impress, he made us all shots that none of us paid for and in turn got me drunk with great ease.

I was already intrigued, but couldn’t appear to be too available, so after an hour and several drinks later, the three of us got up and left.  He said he’d call when he got off work.

and I texted him saying not to shave the beard; it’s sexy.

to be continued…