[I Wanna' Sex You Up - Color Me Badd]

Wow. Just… wow.

Last night was definitely epic. It didn’t start off the way I thought it would – Engineer’s friend/Coworker joined us for dinner. So perhaps it wasn’t exactly a date, just a good time, but you know what? I think that makes it less complicated in the definition realm of things, in that now there doesn’t have to BE a definition. Also, I thought Coworker would be a third wheel, but he was HILARIOUS. We spent all night joking back and forth – he’s one of those guys that doesn’t hold anything back, and he was a crack-up all night long.

The night began wiith the three of us meeting up at a (five star!) restaurant and cracking open a bottle of merlot. We just sat and talked and laughed, and it was surprising to me how comfortable it was to be out in a sexy dress at a swanky restaurant with two near strangers. It was just a good time. There was flirting with both of them, but there was no doubt that Engineer and I wanted each other – badly. The whole night was full of glances and accidental grazes and I just wanted him to take me, right there, on top of the merlot and the New York strip (medium rare, by the way, and melt-in-your-mouth decadent).

Just so you know, the Engineer is just gorgeous. He’s blond and has a great body, and also has what I can only describe as cocky-but-charming eyes. But even sexier is that he is SMART. Really smart. He has a wealth of intelliegence on many, many subjects to draw from and that impressed me. The last few guys I’ve been with… well, they haven’t been so scholarly. The Firefighter certainly is intelligent, but in a logical and common sensical kind of way, not in an academic way. So it was refreshing and captivating that both Engineer and Coworker had real things to say. I need to step up my conversation game a little if I’m going to see them again.

So dinner went on fairly innocently, actually, just learning things about the guys and joking around. The second bottle of wine was as delicious as the first. The food was amazing. But the restaurant was closing, so Engineer called a cab while I shared a beer with Coworker at the bar. We took the cab to a hookah lounge (the one I met THE Ex at, actually), and FINALLY, in the cab, Engineer and I got to sit next to one another and some hands got to wander across thighs. In the hookah lounge, we cuddled up pretty close to each other.

The nice thing about hookah is that you can always get someone’s lips on yours by offering to ’shotgun’ them, which is where one person smokes the hookah, holds the smoke in, then ’shotguns’ the smoke to the person next to them by blowing it into their mouth. It’s sexier than it sounds, because it’s very similar to kissing. Well, except that there’s a lot of smoke in your mouth. Anyway, the person receiving then blows the smoke out, everyone applauds, and then kissing is generally the next step. So I send my apologies to the hookah staff and to Coworker because Engineer and I were now all over one another, kissing and carrying on, and it was very, very nice.

We suddenly realized, hey, the hookah bar is closing, too! And so we called the cab driver to get us. We also realized hey, the state stops selling alcohol in ten minutes! It was a race against the clock to buy beers before heading back to Coworker’s hotel (where we’d decided to go hot tubbing). I managed to direct the cab to a place that didn’t have any alcohol, and at two minutes before the deadline, Engineer and Coworker dashed into a sketchy gas station and came out, triumphantly waving a twelve-pack.

Then it got fun.

To be continued!