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Was it bound to happen? I sure did not plan on it. I managed to meet a very nice guy the night before and keep him at arms length exchanging information and making plans for an actual date. But on Friday night I met Lorenzo, and all bets were off. To be honest, I never really got a clear picture as to why he was in Cincinnati and not Greece where he was from, and I really don’t care.

This guy was good looking to say the least. He spoke four languages, smoldering dark European looks, the whole dream boat package. We sat and talked for hours, the conversation was not easy, but for the most part we managed.  We were kind of sitting off to the side, and I did find it amusing that several of the locals and different friends decided to use the upstairs bathroom which you had to walk past us to get too. Nobody ever uses the upstairs bathroom, and all the winks from friends and rubber necking was becoming obvious.

So we went outside, with the intention of walking a bit, it was a beautiful night. I felt intimidated by this guy, he is so handsome. I know I’m a good looking man and all that happy stuff, but he is clearly a step above the rest, especially when you factor in his personality and how sweet and kind he was. Eventually I got over myself. He walked up to me in the bar, he started the conversation, he is interested in me. Go with it, enjoy it. And I did.

So after a few blocks, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark doorway and kisses me. It was very movie like, and very nice, quite the surprise. Contrary to popular belief I don’t go around kissing people on the streets, be it day or night.

A gentleman never tells, but needless to say we did find our way back to my place and got to know each other a bit better. This was followed up by some more talking, which was good because I realized he was not really someone looking to date. Like at all. He was/is looking for someone to have sex with on a regular basis.  As you know if you are reading this journal, at the moment I think I am looking for something more at the moment. And no, I am not stupid, he did not leave without me getting his phone number, you never know what might happen in the future.

 Does this prove my point? Are all the good looking ones spoken for or just looking to have a good time? To be honest the more I think about it, I am kind of glad this person in particular was not looking for more. I’m not a jealous guy, but I think I could become one with this guy and his looks.  The folks at the bar are having the teasing and questions turned up to the highest volume already, and people who don’t usually talk to me were all over it last night when I stopped in.

Well I guess this has me back at square one. Good way to start the week, having had a good weekend and a little more information in my pocket!

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