When I woke up Friday morning, I admit I was a bit, no very, surprised that Finnian hadn’t sent a text. I would have bet money on it.
Friday night was a planned team outing with my work-mates.
So, I putz around, make coffee, lie on the couch. Eventually I get around to checking my OKC account. I see a message from Finnian and think to myself that he is saying “thanks had a great time, but not interested” and I must have read him entirely wrong.
But, nope. He left his phone and wallet in my car. I was absolutely right, he was so distracted by our kissing that he left it on the floor. He was asking if he could come retrieve it.
It would not have been my choice to entertain him for the afternoon, or even see him again just yet. But, it was his phone and wallet. I couldn’t say no. He also knew I had a full weekend planned and he was lucky to catch me. I agreed and he headed over .
Oh gosh, he walks up to me and his grin is plastered ear to ear. He is so cute. He really is a handsome man, beautifully expressive eyes, but his smile is too damn cute.
Stop convincing yourself of him.
I make the coffee and we share a cup and chatter on the couch. He is sure to sit close enough to steal kisses. He asks so many questions. He is so obviously interested.
I make an indication for him to leave so that I can do something in the afternoon. He is very insistent on driving me to my work event this evening. Utterly insistent. I sort of try to deter him when he suggests to go to the local Starbucks and wait for me. For 2.5 hours. So, he sits and waits.
Oh, why the hell not.
Finnian simply worked at the coffee shop and waited on me to be ready for the work event. He drove me into the city and dropped me in front of the restaurant, kissed me goodbye and left. His kisses are really delicious. During the car ride, he was also quite insistent on picking me up after the event. I knew I would be in pretty bad condition and didn’t think this was the best idea in the world but he is so sweet and convincing. I said I would think about it.
Since I had no job, it wasn’t considered work related anymore and, instead, turned into a goodbye party. My team and I drink heavily when together, but because of the circumstances, everyone was dressed comfortably and ready for a party night ahead.
We started the evening with a gorgeous wine and chocolate event. The glasses were never empty and the small plates continuously filled. Thank goodness for those small plates or I think at least half of us would have had liver failure that evening.
We are guessing at 4 bottles of Prosecco among 6 girls in the restaurant. We were silly, happy and well fed. We made the decision to move to a hip, local bar/restaurant that had recently opened in the area. The bar feels like a Parisian Brasserie and has a super low-key but trendy vibe. There are large, long, high tables flanking the bar and we were (slowly) able to secure the end of one of the tables. I bought the first 2 bottles.
Serious silliness began. Talking about shared work history, anticipation and fear of our futures on all fronts, and lots of love and affection. This will rank as one of the most memorable moments I have experienced with work colleagues. This was my team, my first real team, hired by me, led by me, and loved and nurtured through growth and change by me. They were my work kids. A good share of tears went around, and the more tears that flowed, the more Prosecco was poured.
Another two bottles made their way to our table.
There was a photo booth in the basement and we have hundreds of photos to document the absolute and sheer ridiculousness of the evening. And the love, all the love.
At some point my dating stories became the highlight of the evening and I told the story of the double date the night before. Photos were shared, and as I was sharing photos, Finnian sent a text. My girls being my girls, replied to him: “Come out!”
Attempting to be more of an adult with Finnian, I did say I hadn’t sent the text. But, did he want to come?
This man had waited for me for hours in the afternoon, drove me into the city and dropped me politely in front of the restaurant for the evening. And now, he was willing to come back and do it again.
Finnian and I had a discussion about drunk texting. He had asked me if I would drunk text him while I was out, and I said no, my drunk text generally get me into trouble so it was better not to text. He teased that I owed him a drunk text.
Figuring I could tease him, I said rather than drunk texting, I would drunk demand instead and sent the following text:
The girls say you can come if you are willing to:
- Deal with 6 really drunk women
- Buy a few bottles
- Kiss me Hard (shhh, I added that last one in on my own!)
Well, I was drunk and he was game, so he said “give me an hour and all 3 conditions shall be met.”
As Finnian made his way to the city, we continued our drinking spree. We lost count of who bought what at this point. I am unsure when Finnian arrived as I was in the photo booth for some time, and when I came up the stairs he was chatting pleasantly with some friends of mine.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle and let my lips graze his neck. He was to remark later that doing so made him feel like such a man. I thought that was interesting considering all the things that were about to happen.
Finnian chatted pleasantly to everyone. And sweetly. Gazed at me and stood close to me. He purchased several bottles of Prosecco and refilled their glasses again and again. He laughed with them. He watched me closely.
Soon enough, after several more bottles, sloppiness crept in and we knew it was time to head home. One by one the ladies left the bar in tears and kisses. Finnian took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom before we left. In typical M fashion, I pulled him into the large bathroom after me. Got down on my knees and sucked his cock until he came, dripping down my throat.
My guess is that nothing like this, with a woman quite like me, has ever happened to Finnian. Here is the risk of being near me when I’m drunk and horny. I am entirely thoughtless to my surroundings and I love any kind of sexual voyeurism. There was not a single reasonable thought in my head.
And now, he wanted to make sure I would get home. He would take the Uber back to my home, then another back to his place.
You know that never happened.