So, I basically double booked myself last night. When the dreamy boy didn't call, I told The Married Guy's Brother-in-Law that we could meet up. Not even 2 minutes later, the dreamy boy called.
So, I went and met up with TMGBIL and his friends at The Green Top. He's nice enough, but there were some definite deal breakers. You just can't trust anyone who doesn't think Jurassic Park is a great movie. We then (just TMGBIL and I) went next door to Ouzo's so we could have a more private conversation (his idea, not mine [the dreamy boy still hadn't called back to meet up]). Finally after trying to feign interest for another 45 minutes or so (and having to dodge a kiss when we hug good-bye) the dreamy boy calls and rescues me.
We went and had beers and per usual, all of a sudden its past one and he asks if I want to come over and drink a few beers. He invited me over. He invited me over. At one a.m.
And then nothing. It's like, two people can be just friends. Who does that?
Either way, I'm still probably going to shamelessly flirt. And I might call TMGBIL. So only as long as he doesn't try to get me to ride the bull at Monaco Bay. Not kidding.
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