No word from TV Tyler since we parted on Monday. I'm actually not the least bit anxious about it. Things have been hectic at work for me and I imagine it's the same (and worse) for him. No big deal. I feel pretty secure for a couple of reasons. First of all, we had such mind-blowing sex that he would have to be a fool not to want a repeat performance. Second of all, we've been on enough dates at this point where he couldn't do the fade, he'd have to say something about not wanting to see me anymore. My gut tells me that's not going to happen. Third of all, did I mention the great sex? It's worth repeating.
As for Arty Adam... I don't know. We have IMed a few times since Saturday and he seems interested, but still no plans for a third date. He mentioned a bar he was interested in going to (one that I frequent) and I invited him to join my friend and me there this Saturday. He said he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he's not sure how his weekend is shaping up, but he'd call if he changed his mind. Which is fine, a third date with my friend present could be awkward. But how about a "maybe we could get together next week" or something along those lines? Not being sure how the weekend is shaping up means he's holding out for something better. Fair enough. I don't need to see him every weekend. I am just asking for some kind of indication that he does want to see me again. I'm really not sweating it.
So it looks like it will be a sex-free weekend. Oh well. Maybe I'll help PUA Rebel Leader reel in a nice girl or two when I meet him on Saturday.
Speaking of PUAs, I befriended another one!
For those just tuning in, I have a tendency to meet a lot of guys named David, way more than the average person. My first PUA encounter was even with a man named Dave. This PUA is named is David, too, but I don't think he's Trouble the way all those other Davids have been. And guess what, I didn't make out with him! Yes, it's actually possible for me to be friends with an attractive guy and not smooch him. I didn't think I had it in me.
Last night, PUA David, Pretty Polly and I went out to a couple of bars on the lower east side. At the second bar, his older brother joined us. Holy Hottie, Batman! While Polly and Hot Brother were chatting, I leaned over and told PUA David,
"Damn, your family has great genes!"
Hot Brother and I got into an involved conversation. He knows about the pick-up world, but doesn't participate. He knows that's how PUA David and I met. He knows I have a raunchy blog (though he hasn't read it) and am a bit involved with that scene myself.
Even so, we hit it off. He used to work for the same company that I work at now, so we had a lot to talk about. He's also an engaging guy and oh so friendly. He was encouraging me to develop one of my personal projects and mentioned that I was pretty (and sexy!) during the course of the conversation. Our body language was great, knees pressed together, and he'd often lean in really close to say something (yes, the music was loud, but still). He also complimented me on how I draw people in. The thing is, I wasn't sure if he was complimenting me because he was interested or because he was impressed with my interpersonal skills. For all I know, he might think I'm a player (I'm not!) and be wary of me.
This is where it all gets tricky. I met Hot Brother because of the blog. Under normal circumstances, I could just pester PUA David to set us up-- well, actually, I've already been doing that, but it feels more complicated. I have no idea if Hot Brother would entertain the idea of asking me out, but I think he'd lose interest immediately after reading about last weekend's sexathon.
It's ironic, because I've been meeting a lot of people through my blog, but I'm starting to realize how it could become a dating handicap, too. I'm not too worried about it, but it's something I need to bear in mind...