Anyway, we met on Match. I was still living in Riverside at the time and she was living in Huntington Beach. Actually, her place turned out being right around the corner from that duplex I had moved to in 2014. She was long gone by then though.
She was studying marine biology and working part time at the aquarium. Not the one in Long Beach, another one. She told me but it's been 8 years, I've got a great memory but there's minutia that's going to slip my mind eventually. CABRILLO!!! Fuck, how did I remember that!?
Anyway, Tuna Girl and I chatted up for a couple of weeks before we meet up for a date. HB at that restaurant on the sand just below Duke's. I'm sure I don't recall what it was called at the time, that place changes names at least once every other year. But, I picked her up, went to dinner, I chewed with my mouth closed and everything. We went for a stroll along the sand and eventually I drive her back to her place, we could have walked, if you remember how close that duplex was to the beach, and just as I pull up to drop her off, what started as a goodnight kiss turned into a full-on make out session. Aggressive make out session, heavy petting turned into groping make out session. I think we had a pretty good connection. We said we'd meet again soon and sure enough, we set a date for the following Thursday night. I'll make the drive, yes!
Here's where it starts to get weird. She wanted to be fair and not make me drive all the way out there again. She wanted to be fair and at least meet me halfway. We agreed to something at Downtown Disney but I still ended up picking her up, just to drive back to Anaheim. I'll be taking her home later and eventually drive myself home but yeah, that's fair! Lol
Picked her up, wandered around DTD for a while and we go have dinner at the House of Blues. She had surf and I had turf. Both of our dinners had something pungent but I honestly didn't think about it at the time. Eventually we drive back to her place and just as we pull up, heavy make out session Round 2 begins. It's a good while before we really start to say goodnight and this is where we start to talk.
I thought it was funny that she mentioned the garlic I had in my steak. I joked about the herbs she had on her salmon but she wasn't laughing. Things got suddenly serious. Her body language was proof at how uncomfortable she was getting. She said she always ends up picking the wrong kind of guy.
The.
What?
You know how in movies when someone says something so unexpected, the volume drops and everything else sounds like you're hearing it through a wall. It all sounds muffled, nothing but the low notes on the register? Yeah, it really got like that. She kept talking but I couldn't hear her anymore. Somewhere in the background, I could hear swing music that had been playing across the car stereo.
For everything I thought, felt, we connected on. And the obvious mutual physical attraction, I'm the wrong kind of guy?
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