Stanford at Penrose

I can already tell this is going to be a complete bust. Last night with Buena Vista was close to unbeatable, but he's on a plane to New York for over a week, and this date with Stanford was semi planned.

We matched on Tinder, and between receiving gym selfies, sending overtly sexual texts, and insisting I give him a massage when we meet, I should have just stopped responding.

That's when this becomes a full time job. The never ending quest to wake up next to the person that you want to wake up next to for the rest of your life. I'm pretty stoked on Buena Vista though. We've got a ton in common, he's hot as fuck, a great dad (which is completely sexy), goofy, charming, an ex bouncer, smart, literate...called me bitch for spending time in Alsace. We could have a great time together.

So Stanford makes it in after I’ve paid my tab and am fully ready to go back home and write off the night. It’s 11, and I'm not a night owl. He said he’d be there at 10:30. He’s already been inconvenient, this certainly isn’t helping. We order more drinks, talk for about a half hour or so, and he asks if I want to get out of there. I do. To drop him off at home.

Remember when we almost slow danced last night? -a text I didn't send to Buena Vista

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