saturday i got up early for some breakfast and estate sale-ing with my fab friend em and baby x. had a blast, found some cool stuff and got to snuggle the baby. when i got home i cleaned my house and a couple of girlfriends came over for dinner, wine and a movie. made zuchini lasagna, had wine and french bread. peanut butter ice cream for dessert. we watched Elizabeth: the Golden Age. went to bed alone - two nights in a row! i know!
sunday i lazed about, did some reading for nerd group on monday, hung out with the puppies. at 6pm i went to a baseball game with shells and her daughter. my dad hooked us up with these sweet tickets two rows from the opposing team's dugout. we settled in with our beers and began rating the players on hotness, snapping pictures of the cutest ones for posterity. player #30 was hanging out for most of the game, peeking over his shoulder at us, but we were mostly interested in player #29. mm mmmmmm muy guapo. 30 was funny though - we got up to get more beers and he watched us walk to and from our seats, blatantly staring through the whole game.
29 kept throwing balls to the kids in the stands - he threw one to shells' daughter, one to me... at the end of the game he makes a move - he says, "hi. can i get your number?" i'm no fool. i scramble down the step and onto the roof of the dugout, stretching out with ball in hand for him to write his # on. he takes it and disappears, only to come back a moment later to hand me two balls - neither one with phone numbers. what??? and of course shell is in the bathroom with the goddamn pen!! grrrrrr they were walking back to the seats just in time to see me climbing back down from the dugout. boo. :(
we sit back down and along comes #30. he motions to me and tosses me another ball. it's signed, has his phone number scrawled on it and says CALL ME. ay. player number - i wanted 29. :P but he's cute so...on the way home from the game i texted him, just "hi :D "
he texts me back "hi how you what are doing to n"
ut oh....
the following are some more messages received over the course of the evening, which lead me to believe that english is not his first language....
"ok im wana see you and you are sexy"
"im number 30 MY NAME IS MARCO AND YOUR I GIVED A CALL AFFETER THE GAME"
"im wakking back to the hotel you wana come over"
"ok no problem i stay in rochester plaza hotel is close to the stadium"
"yeah are you coming i realy wana see you"
"ok sexy what i can do to see you to nithg i lake you sexy lips me and my friend looking to u all game"
"no but it ok im whith number 24 have fun sexy if you chance main i room 409 or call me"
"ok my friend is wiht me if you come over lette know sexy"
"hi baby you are beatifull"
"what happen why you ansewr me"
"toomorrow i travel to bufalo after the game. for 2 days after that i go back 4 day.. baby send me a picture more sexy ;) "
"mami i waiting for you. i want to see you"
ay dios mio. upon further investigation, he's from Venezuela and is actually a year younger than I am.
anyway, went home after the game and was disarming my security system but i didn't get the code typed in before shells and the kid walked in so they set it off. it didn't occur to me that the 800 number on my cell phone was the security company calling to check on me so i ignored the call (possibly the 2 beers i had at the game clouded my judgement hahaa). next thing i know there are three police cars in front of my house. one of the cops was quite frankly the dishiest man in uniform i have EVER seen. tall, dark and gorgeous. they asked who i know in the sheriff's dpt (from the sticker on my car) and we made small talk about how long i've been in the neighb orhood, etc. they said they patrol the area and would be happy to stop by if i have any trouble ever, and not to hesitate to call them. awwww too bad i was such a goddamn pussy about just asking for his damn number. ridiculously good-looking men make me clam up. happens every time.
well after all that excitement i was craving some kisses - i just so happened to receive a text from cute little 24 asking if i am sick of him or something. awwww is he demented though? seriously? he's a lazy ass about getting together. what does he expect? me to bring it to him and put it on a silver platter in front of his face? oye.
but that's exactly what i did. minus the silver platter. muahahaa he snuck me into his parents' house and up into his attic bedroom. and as if that didn't feel 7th grade enough - the blanket on his bed is the EXACT SAME PLAID from my catholic school uniform i wore when i was a little kid in grade school. so wrong. and yet sooooooo right. hahaa
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