Mr. Cocky

I almost didn’t go out with Mr. Cocky. You see, he texted me on a Friday asking to take me out the next day, which I agreed to. But the next day, he didn’t call until after 8 pm. Nor did he leave a voicemail. Obviously I did not call back, as this is just plain rude. The next day, he called again and we spoke on the phone for about half an hour. He was funny but definitely sounded a little douchey. He was very good looking in his pictures, but I was worried based on his voice that he would not represent well in real life. I agreed to go out with him that Wednesday anyway.

We had plans to meet at a barbecue joint near my place. I was a few minutes early, so I sat on some nearby steps and waited. I couldn’t have been more pleased as I watched him stroll up. Over 6 feet tall, tan skin, and bright blue eyes all set on an athletic frame. Yup, that’s my type. The conversation was immediately easy, even if he was a little cocky. Turns out we have quite a bit in common. We decided to go to a bar for a drink after the bbq even though we were both on antibiotics and should not have been drinking. We walked into a local bar and as soon as I sat down, I recognized the bartender as a friend of my ex. At first, I tried to pretend like I didn’t know him, but he immediately called me out and said, “Aren’t you Theresa?” So we had an awkward little conversation and Mr. Cocky and I laughed about it privately. One drink turned into 2, then the bartender brought over shots, and then we reluctantly ordered another beer each. Let me tell ya, I paid for it the next day. When your doc tells you not to drink on your meds, you should listen.

Both of us decided it was time to go, and so Mr. Cocky asked if he could walk me home. He did and I invited him to sit on the porch swing with me. He put his arm across the back of the swing and after a few minutes I felt his fingertips on my shoulder. We talked and laughed, and he went in for the kiss. I did not resist. We made out for about half an hour and it was definitely fun. He told me that since I didn’t bore him (yup, that’s what he said) he would like to see me again. I said, “ditto.”