Last night was one of those evenings where upon leaving work I had no plans, but to go home, enjoy a pizza, drink my sorrows (and hatred) away, and enjoy an evening with the cast of Grey's. It didn't happen that way; however not to my dismay.
I got a text from "Hotender"...yeah, that's what I said. I haven't spoken with him since October (well I saw him about 2 weeks ago at a bar in the Mission). He informed me all the days he was working and concluded by saying, I should come by and say hi. Kim and I had some time to spare before Grey's and since The Ambassador is a new spot, we couldn't say no.
I think The Ambassador is my new favorite bar. Hanging from a black ceiling were about 20 crystal chandiliers in various sizes. A very sexy place to sip old school cocktails. I'll certainly be returning. So, I made my way up to the bar where he was working, to his surprise and proceeded to be coy, but sweet. I think he liked my outfit which was nice because so many people said weird things about it that day. Kim left, but I hung around for another drinkie--a madras (not fancy, but free). We chatted for a bit, managed to catch up, he complimented my physique, then he told me I should return the next night . Again I took on my calm and cool persona (so not me, huh?) and responded by saying I didn't know, I was planning for a mellow weekend. He thanked me for coming, I thanked him for the invite, he gave me kisses, and I said I would call him. To this he responded, "yeah, do that," with a smile, no less. Finally I turned my back on to hear him say again, "thanks for coming Candace." I didn't turn around I continued to walk. I'm such a movie star.
So, all that to say this...I think I'll be hanging out with Hotender again soon. But, this time I know he will not be my boyfriend.
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