I think the universe is playing a nasty little trick on me. Granted, I’ve been attempting to improve my karma a bit lately, but this just seems too good to be true. Not only did I meet one awesome guy, I met two. TWO. Figuring I’d be able to weed out the loser after a quick face-to-face comparison (I’ve been talking with both over the phone for about a month), I went on a date with each of them last weekend and only succeeded in confusing myself more. Maybe you guys can weigh in with some opinions.
In the red corner…
We have a 6 foot tall professional hockey player who hails from the great land of Canada. I will henceforth be referring to him as Winnie. I caught up with him at his game on Friday night before heading out for a few drinks at a friend’s place. I’ll admit to not having incredibly high expectations for any chemistry, since I’m always a little wary of athletes and their egos, but was pleasantly surprised with how well we got on.
After talking for a while, we decided to try out the hot tub before settling in to watch a movie. This is pretty much the worst idea I’ve ever had because one look at him shirtless and wet caused my brain to stop functioning. Fortunately I managed to restrain myself from licking his abs or doing something equally as embarrassing. Well, at least for a little while.
On Saturday, Winnie was traveling for a road game but called me on the way there to make plans for Sunday. I agreed and then proceeded to return the favor by drunk texting him at 2 am that night to ask if he got punched in the face. Yeah, I’m awesome like that. He was a good sport about it and even asked if I would like him to come and pick me up from the bar, since I was obviously not driving. I passed on the offer, thankfully having the foresight to recognize that I would probably molest his hot ass if it was presented to me in my current state.
We saw each other again on Sunday for a few hours before I had to trek back to the city where I work and made plans to see each other again next weekend.
And in the blue corner…
We have Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. He’s a good friend of the guy I went out on a few dates with around Christmas and is probably one of the nicest people I’ve ever met in my life. Not to mention the fact that his eyes are just sooo blue.
We’ve hung out a few times, but always with a group of people and never anything that could be considered a date. Keeping with the status quo, I invited him to come sledding with myself, Thumbelina, and my step-sister on Saturday afternoon. Fortunately he accepted since we didn’t actually have any sleds and we needed to borrow his. We ended up having a fantastic time and eventually parted ways to dry off and nurse our bruises with plans to meet up later that night.
So that evening, Thumbelina and I decided to meet up with a group of girls and Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome at a local bar for a drink and a little bit of dancing. That one drink somehow ended up being about ten and before we knew it, the place was closing for the night. It was at this point that Mr. TD&&H decided Thumbelina and I should come back to his house. Anxious to finally have some alone time, I agreed.
Thumbelina passed out fairly quickly after we arrived so Mr. TD&H and I put on a movie. I do not remember what movie it was because the guy finally worked up the nerve to kiss me and It. Was. Good.
He’s headed to Vegas this weekend but wants to go out again the following week.
It’s still pretty early in the game for any sort of decisions to be made, but I’m curious as to what another woman would do in my position. Also, the odds are fairly good that at least one of these guys is going to prove to be a huge douche, so feel free to place bets on which one you think it will be. Until then, however, this is pretty much the best problem I’ve ever had.
Image courtesy of: Natalie Dee