Mr. Agency: Will you be heading to the event at the rooftop on Wednesday?
I hadn’t planned to go. But, I knew that two of my friends would be there and definitely wanted to see Mr. Agency. So, I decided to purchase a ticket and let him know that I would be attending.
That afternoon, I found myself smiling, as I looked at the photo of us that was taken only a few minutes after we met. In perusing one of Mr. Agency’s albums, I noticed two pictures of him with a good friend of mine, T.
Since I didn’t know Mr. Agency well, I decided to do a bit of reconnaissance. (With surgery less than a week away and treatment on the horizon, I didn’t need to date my usual narcissistic and controlling types.) As it turned out, T has known Mr. Agency for almost a decade and had nothing but great things to say about him. My friend, Misty, also concurred with T’s assessment. I felt comforted by the fact that the seemingly warm and genuine guy that I had met at the party was just that!
On Wednesday night, I arrived at the event and tried to look as sexy as I could in the 94-degree heat. I said hello to some acquaintances before greeting Mr. Agency at the back bar. He approached me with a huge smile, a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He was with a colleague so we exchanged pleasantries about sports and politics. Our conversation was easy, and I found myself smiling – a lot.
Mr. Agency and I thankfully managed to have a fair amount of one-on-one time at the event. The topic turned to summer vacations, and he asked if I was heading out of DC at all.
Me: Well, not this summer. I’m not sure if you saw on Facebook that I have breast cancer.
Mr. Agency: I did. Will you be okay?
Me: Yes. Everything was caught early, but I need a little surgery next week and then I’ll start treatment.
We talked for another minute or two about it, and that was it. There had been a part of me that was hesitant to share what was going on with a man I didn’t know well, but I realized that it didn’t need to be a big deal.
As the moon illuminated the rooftop and the drinks kept flowing, Mr. Agency and I talked and laughed with a few friends. One of them brought up my blog and how she hadn’t expected it to be so racy.
Me [laughing]: I’ve heard that before. Misty and I were at L2 one time, and these people were like, ‘How racy is it?’ Misty looked at them without blinking an eye and said, ‘I've learned a lot about anal from City Girl.’ They were speechless!
Mr. Agency laughed with the group, but it was far from the right time to ask him if he enjoyed anal as much as I did ;). I wasn’t sure if he had looked at my blog before this evening, but I had to assume that he would check it out now. And, although I hoped that he didn’t rush home to read about every past sexcapade, I was fine with him knowing about my site.
T and I decided to head out to get some food. Before we left, Mr. Agency came up to me and said:
It was great seeing you tonight, but I hope that we can hang out alone next time. Are you around this weekend?
Me [smiling]: Yes, I am. I’d like that.
Mr. Agency: Good. I’ll call you.
Best Boy: You still at the event?
Me: Just left. Going to Marvin. Where are you?
Best Boy: Ceiba. [A restaurant that’s not far from Marvin.]
Me: Come by :).
Best Boy: Okay. Finishing my drink.
This night was far from over.
To be continued…