Ugh. Timing.

Happy Memorial Day 2009. Today was interesting. I slept in, went for a run, which is a new found hobby of mine, then went to the beach with a friend and while we wanted to stay there all day after stumbling across the new and beloved Pale Ale House, I had to a go to a "business meeting" and she had to go play tennis.

Long story short, I ditch my day to go on a business meeting with a dude I must have given my card out too about 3 months ago. We sat there at sushi, and as time slowly passed the sushi never came. I thought the meeting was going to be about how he wanted me to help him promote these new club nights he's taking on with this company that promotes Ferrari and what not, and while I do believe that was a part of it, the whole thing kind of became awkward as he started to be interested in my "deal" a little bit more, and was totally distracted from the "business" aspect of it. Non the less, to cover my own ass, I got his info and will be sure to check in on his ass with my music industry fam.

So then I should have went to my car, but I just wanted a hot tottie or something warm and delicious, and was sort of pissed that I drove downtown, ohh by the way, not even to have sushi since the service was horrible, and just wnated a drink by that point. So I ended up casually walking into the Westin downtown, and while the bartender said there wasn't any hot water or coffee, he talked me into a lovely malbec. Which, 4 glasses later, was delicious.

Here it is 6 hours later, and I somehow had an amazing night, with a man, the bartender from the Westin, whom which I hope I will see again. And don't want to label it as "I Will never see again."

We sat there at the bar, casually talking when I realized that underneath that beard, he was very sexy, and I was soon eager to learn more. We were talking, semi-bonding, and for a second I thought to myself, I bet he has a girlfriend. Somehow 3 glasses of Malbec later, and one way to long convo with a military brat and smarty pants from Michigan, I found myself asking the bartender what he was up too. He was going to meet a friend, and then I offered to buy him a drink.

So we went to the Yard House and he bought me some chicken wings because I realized I had never eaten and he started to shoot the shit over a glass of Jamison on the rocks, about his girlfriend who he lives with who he wants to break up with, because she freaks out when he goes out, and apparently broke his cell phone last night. He is 29. He's not young. BUT, I new instead of being a flirt, I had to try with all my might to be the cool girl that he can shoot the shit with, and I couldn't help to feel EXACTLY like the bartender from The Hills most recent episode, when Heidi doesn't trust Spencer, and the cool bartender at the Dime ...was in tonight's instance me. I tried to tell him, that a healthy relationship shouldn't be like that, i felt like a huge devil's advocate, but at the same time I had some cocktails in me, and wanted him badly, and I could tell if he was single, he would have well wanted the same. So somehow it came out of me "I probably have my shit together 10 times more than you're girlfriend, and I can probably rock your world 10 times more than she can too." Whoops.

I didn't mean to say it but it's true. Here I sat. slowly starting to think about how my 3 hours of free validation at Horton Plaza slowly started to turn into 50 bucks of parking, but somehow I was living the moment and it was worth it. We had too much in common he lives in PB, where I am soon moving and he is an SD native. His good friend soon drove from the beach to meet him for a drink. We all bonded, and soon after they were off to PB to go have a guys night.

Okay, all in all, I think a lot more bonding and "cool" moments happened, than just explained, but long story short. I went into a hotel for a glass of wine, found myself at a bat 4 hours later with the amazing bartender, and his friend at Yard House, wanting to give him my number but his girlfriend had broken his phone the night before, so I took his number. His friend invited me to a mansion party on the 4th of July. I didn't have to pay for parking, because this Bobby of a bartender went to his car to give me his 5 days left of a parking permit in Horton Plaza. We hugged a hug, that should have been a kiss, and called it a night.

Tonight was awesome. I sincerely hope that I see both Bobby and his friend again. I hope that he realizes there are amazing women in the world he needs to get to know, like me. Because timing is a bitch. It's the story of my life. And i'd be lieing if I were to say, I don't want to see him again.

This was a soul - mate, call me crazy, or call me smart.