the right kind of wrong.

the words, "oh wow" come to mind as i try to figure out how to explain to you my new found desire for all things bad.

i went on the date with mr. motorcycle, and i was, oh so very, very bad.
we went to a restaurant near his place and enjoyed delish food and a bottle of wine - act of badness the first.

i was driving - why was i agreeing to share a bottle of wine? i had to eventually embark upon a 20 minute drive home - why would i ever think this was ever okay?  

i blame the badboy influence.
that and the fact he looked so damn yummy. (but i guess when your last date wore Phat Farm, anything was bound to impress.)

so there i am, drinking my, oh fourth glass of wine, when he brings up the preverbial question, "so, what are we doing after dinner?"

me: "uh, go and get a drink somewhere?"
BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I SHOULD HAVE MORE BEFORE I GET BEHIND THE WHEEL.
and so materialized act of badness #2.

mr. motorcycle approved of my suggestion and off we went for a drink down the street, but not before he first suggested that we "just go back to his place" to drink. in a suprising act of somewhat intelligence, i quickly poo-poo-ed that idea and directed us over to a bar.

where we proceeded to drink more. (act of badness the third.)
the conversation, by the way, was amazing and natural. he is actually cool and easy to talk to - i liked it.  we played 20 questions and i enjoyed all of his answers and questions.  i enjoyed it so much that when he asked if i wanted to go to his house and have a drink, i said yes.

that was the ultimate act of badness.
i fought hard (well over 45 minutes) at his house to keep a physical distance between us. until it all went arye and we got naked and had very, very bad sex - but bad in the good way.

whoops.
there was a lot of badass sex that night. so much in fact that i'm still not walking properly. i have bruises, marks, and amazing memories. i left in the morning with a massive headache but a rather dirty smile on my face.  he really is that bad...in a good way.

i promised myself i would not contact him first.  i had to play it super cool, let him come to me, you know? instead i wound up sending a drunktxt (def'n: a text message sent when you have consumed too much alcohol) to mr. motorcycle.   to my surprise he responded quickly and sadly declined my drunken request to come to the bar we were at.

but i didn't stop there.
oh no. no. no. no.
i wrote him back (and i quote WORD FOR WORD) "Ps - i think you anmd me = yes"
liiike, what? who thinks up something like that, let alone says it?  and who can't spell the word "and"?
when i read it back to myself in the morning, i was devastated.  in one text message, i might have destroyed all my chances i had with mr. motorcycle.

so i attempted damage control and sent him a text message apologizing for the drunken texts. and he wrote back with a "these things happen. have a great Thanksgiving."
!!!!

hmm...bad boy played nice.
and i'm still very much into him.
stay posted.