Biscuit got that song in my head last night and I just can't stop humming it.
So last night was the last evening for my three-baseball-games-in-a-week marathon, and it proved to be my favorite night.
And it had nothing to do with the sticks and balls.
I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered my latest crush would be showing up for the festivities. Gosh, there's something so exciting about growing in to those hot, new feelings for someone. Your heart has a way of skipping a beat when you see the person you're crushin' on, and those electric endorphins race through every vein, every capillary in your being.
At least that's how I feel when I'm diggin' on someone.
Biscuit showed up and seemed to fit perfectly from the start. The one thing I really like about this guy is how laid back he is. Biscuit doesn't act like he's too cool for school. He's smart, hilarious and handsome, and yet he is really modest about his place in this world - that's totally admirable and really hot. Biscuit managed to wake up at 5:30 yesterday morning, worked two jobs and drove around 450 miles yesterday, and yet he was still pleasant to be around.
I don't know whether there's anybody else I could say that about.
I really felt bad for the guy because he had no idea what he was getting into when he showed up at the ballpark. My crew of friends let it be known they were going to do everything they could to scare this guy/embarrass me as a payback for every teasing joke (and I've made more than my share) about my friends and the new relationships they're in.
But payback's a bitch, isn't it?
Lets just say the jokes got pretty off color and someone even referred to Biscuit as my boyfriend for added shock value. I accepted the fact I was going to be in for a long night, but was especially grateful because Biscuit appeared to take everything in stride, boyfriend comment and all.
We ditched the game in the 13th of the 15 innings played last night (seriously), and I asked Biscuit if he wanted to go out for a drink afterwards.
And I just felt like things clicked.
I don't feel like I have to be someone else with Biscuit. I just feel so comfortable and special with this guy. I feel like I can say all my silly jokes and yet be smart around him, too. It's a rare thing: finding a guy who's not intimidated by jack-assedness and intelligence.
Speaking of intelligence, Biscuit touted his NTN trivia prowess on the way to the bar. For all the trash talking, I am pleased to report that LOLITA managed to beat BUBBA not once, but twice last night.
Then Biscuit drove me back to my car, and I got the best kiss I've had in a long time.
I know I've been on a kick to learn something at every baseball game I go to, but honest to God, I cannot remember anything about the game last night. I know someone explained a new rule to me, but I cannot remember for the life of me what it is. I was too enthralled with my company.
I definitely want to know more about this Biscuit.
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