I met this guy “Danny” last Saturday, when Brian & I were out. He was pretty cute from what I remember. The vodka goggles were put away. So anyways, “Danny” text me on Tuesday & yesterday. After developing slight digit finger carpal tunnel, I told him to call me. We had a pretty decent conversation. He’s a personal trainer. Home grown (from DC, MD, VA), early 30’s. He asked me what I had up for the weekend, read: not a formal date request. I told him I was busy today, but Saturday or Sunday were good. I’ll update you as we make progress. Right now, he has some cool points, sans for the constant texting, which Latino Papi Alex never grew out of.
Speaking of Latino Papi Alex, he sent me yet another text. I still haven’t responded. At first, I thought it was a lack of English/Spanish translation, but nope, all of his text messages are in English, with the exception of a “Mami” thrown in here or there. Speaking of Latino’s, I met another Papi Chulo, translation: cute Latino American. Actually, he’s a Puerto Rican Papi Chulo, “George”. Very, very cute. But get this...he works in my building!!!
I guess it’s inevitable. I spend about 25% of my time at work, so, well it’s only natural, right??? IDK
Anyways, his approach was way better than the security guard. After months of flirting, and helping with my Spanish (ok, not really, I retained like four words), George gave me his number on Wednesday, after inviting me to his upcoming show (he’s an aspiring Reggaeton singer/rapper or something). And he said: “You can call me anytime, 24 hours a day”!