After getting a text from the BB on Monday, announcing he was back stateside for the week, we spoke for a bit and made plans to grab drinks and go to dinner on Wednesday.  I met him down in TriBeCa near the train, a bit nervously, as I wasn’t sure I would recognize him since the only two times we’d been together before, I’d been drunk.  Luckily he spotted me first, though I surprisingly placed his face right away.  We hugged, kissed, then decided to go to a bar for a few drinks first.  He took me to a bar tucked away on Warren street, inhabited with the most attractive, well-dressed men per capita that I have ever witnessed. (J, we MUST go)  I chose to be classy and order a vodka-diet coke rather than beer.  He’s a bit posh and British, after all.  Conversation was good, entertaining, and picking up in coordination with the alcohol consumed.

We had two rounds, then walked over to a dimly lit Italian restaurant.  He ordered a bottle of chardonnay for us, then I stumbled over the pronunciation of the dish I picked out.  I’m obviously not used to fine dining, as most nights are spent with popcorn or my version of cream of tomato soup.  We talked about family, work, relationships (can’t verify in what capacity though), and other various things.  At one point, I told him that I wrote him off in November when I hadn’t heard from him.  Fair enough, though did I really need to verbalize it?  It was the wine talking.

Afterwards, he asked if I wanted to stop in another bar for a post-dinner drink.  Of course I said yes.  This bar was nice as well, though sparsely filled with about 4 or 5 couples.  We took a booth in the corner, which catered to the few kisses we began exchanging in the midst of our conversation.  A piece of conversation I vividly remember from this part was that he said he hadn’t slept with anyone since me.  Not too sure that I believe that… I’m just happy I didn’t blurt out “oh I have!”  One point for me.  Both of us quickly finished our drinks, eager to get back to the hotel.  As we were walking back, he stopped off in a convenience store, more or less, to buy condoms.  Could he not have taken care of that prior to meeting me?  As soon as I saw him reach for the box, I headed outside and lit up a cigarette.  Now I’m not a closet smoker, but I definitely test out my audience before partaking.  For example, I don’t smoke on the UES since my job is up there and I deal with a lot of families, not to mention that the tagline of my work is “Sports and Fitness for a lifetime!”.  After x number of drinks, I apparently didn’t feel like hiding this side of me from him, plus everyone smokes in London, right?  If he cared or said something, I don’t remember.  In fact, that’s basically the last thing I remember of the night.  When we got to the Hilton and up to his room, I took my coat and blazer off in the living room, then must have gone to his bedroom.  I have a feeling that he did the honors of undressing the rest of me at that point, based on the fact that my clothes were neatly folded on the chair this morning, my chunky necklace was on his nightstand, and the decorative buckles at the top of my boots were undone… I have never touched those, so if nothing else, he removed those for me.  I’m really hoping we at least made out for a little bit before I passed out, but I’m not sure.

I woke up at 4, still very drunk, with one of his arms over me and cuddled up close.  I liked it.  I started rubbing his arm and he woke up, then began kissing my neck, collarbone, mouth, etc.  After only 5 minutes of sleepy foreplay, he reached for the unopened box of condoms, pulled one out, and we had very satisfactory morning sex.  We fell back asleep for what felt like 2 minutes, then my annoying alarm went off at 5:30.  He got dressed as well, made the 10 minute walk with me to the train, kissed me goodbye, and I somehow rode the train back to W. 4th, climbed up to my apartment, changed, then (drunkenly) made it to work by 7:30.  I only had to go in until around 11:30, which is right when my hangover kicked in- perfect timing!  He leaves to go back to London on Friday and will most likely be there until the end of March.  It would be nice to date him when he gets back, though I’m not sure I proved myself to be girlfriend material last night… I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see if he reaches out to me in 2 months time.