So there I was, waiting on Kerry. This bitch have been promising for the longest time to help me find someone, someone with emotions and someone to cuddle ,bite , cry about and all the shit that comes with a relationship
As I sat in the bar, waiting patiently-and looking at all the guys that I found attractive- my phone rang. "Finally" she called, "Hey Ryan I'm sorry but the girl I told you about I think I might hit it with her. Sorry , but I promise I'll make it up to you love you."
"Love you too , blows kiss emoji" I replied but I knew that I meant something else
As I was examining the guys dancing on the dance floor and finishing my last drink before I left, out of the fog rose and angel
As soon as I say him I knew I wanted his children. His jawline, sharp enough to cut diamonds, signature v printing through his hipster shirt and his bulge looking straight at me
I saw him coming up to me, emerging from the fog. Knowing my luck with getting guys I thought "it can't be me he's looking at which his ocean blue eyes not me I'm to ugly for him"
Little did I know it was me. So here there is a hunk walking up to me and my two heads throbbing I was confused.
He sat down and we began to talk. what started out as a night out to find a boyfriend ended up as a night where I met the one
Like when I look into his eyes I see the pain and I don't think that I'm good enough for him
"Listen I like you ." As he said this my brain was spinning in all direction
In my mind I was thinking about things not to say so that I don't fuck the one chance I may have at a relation ship "u really like you too " I replied with my desperate ass self
As he reached over the counter to get a pen and I got a better look at his beard deep within the strands of his beard I saw a scar
I ignored it as this was the least of my worries
As he wrote his number on a napkin and said be sure to call me I thought to myself what if this works out ?
