I played the gay professional networking mixer last night and walked away with two numbers in my pocket.
One from an ex-boyfriend, who will forever remain an ex.
The other, from a very handsome businessman, who was my age, and who invited me out to coffee the next day.
At coffee, he sheepishly put his hand on the table, wearing the wedding ring that was clearly absent the night before.
I looked right into his sexy blue eyes said, “If you just wanted to fuck, you should have told me that from the start, and we would have had an extra 45 minutes, instead of wasting all this time at Starbucks.”
Then later on, kissing me at my door to leave for his afternoon meeting, he told me that he would be back, and the next time, he would bring the Starbucks.