I walked around Midtown Loft during the DC Twestival, mixing and mingling as City Girl, Relationship and Sex Blogger. I met a few more people, but wanted to get back to my conversation with Buckeyes Boy.
I returned to his table and took a seat on the bar stool across from him. Normally, at an event like this, you give people some space as you're talking to them. My interaction with Buckeyes Boy was different, though. Our feet rested on each other's bar stools…I leaned my body in toward him…his hand brushed against my leg a few times. Being so close to him just felt natural, even though we had only met an hour ago.
We discussed all the topics that you usually would bring up with someone you just met:
Where are you from?
What do you do?
Where do you live in town?
I couldn't stop smiling the entire time that I was next to him. I'm not referring to a relaxed or coy smile here. I'm talking a smile so big that you would think I was competing in a pageant!
Since the Steelers-Titans game was playing on the TV in front of us, our heads turned from time-to-time to catch the game. But, for two football fans, we concentrated much more on each other than the game. And, it was a good game!
The table got pretty crowded as the Twestival organizers finally sat down to enjoy a drink after all of their hard work. One girl accidentally bumped into me, and without hesitating, Buckeyes Boy put his arm around my back to protect me. It was a gesture so simple, yet it made me feel safe.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I was pretty disoriented, and knew that he could tell that from my expression. Rather than giving him one of my pat responses, I said,
"You like football so I'm sure you've heard of Post-Concussion Syndrome. I have it, and crowds and noise make me really dizzy. But, it'll calm down in a minute or two. Thanks!"
(For those of you who don't know me, I don't normally share this much with someone I just met. But, I didn't feel like it was a big deal.)
"You sure you're okay? Do you need anything?" Buckeyes Boy inquired.
"I'm okay. Thanks. I'll just probably head out soon so I can get away from the noise."
Other people walked up toward us, and he put his arm around me again. When he touched me, I felt that spark that you get when you have an attraction to someone. I hadn't felt that in a very long time. And, I couldn't resist doing something that I had wanted to do the whole evening: I put my arm around his perfect, huge biceps and squeezed. He didn't see that coming, but he took it in stride. We both laughed, as I complimented his guns.
Buckeyes Boy asked for my contact info (of course I gave it to him), and we continued talking some more. When halftime came, I told him,
"I should go now, but I've really enjoyed talking to you. I hope that you'll give me a call!"
He offered to walk me out, and we ended up standing outside Midtown Loft for another 30 minutes. There were a lot of people of the street, but with the exception of the odd man carrying nun chucks into Julia's Empanadas, I didn't register what anyone was doing. All of my attention was focused on Buckeyes Boy.
We talked about his experiences playing football in college and what his plans were now that the Twestival was over. He asked if I was taking a taxi, and I said,
"No, I'll walk back to Foggy Bottom."
"Really?" he inquired with concern. "Are you sure it's safe?"
I liked how protective he was of me, even though we didn't know each other well. It also crossed my mind that the third quarter of the game was almost over by this point. Buckeyes Boy was a Steelers fan, and yet, he was missing the game to talk to me. Huh. *smile*
While we were outside, his friend, Paul, came up to him and asked if he was leaving. Buckeyes Boy replied that he would be going back up to the lounge. Shortly after I left, Paul asked Buckeyes Boy about me and learned that we had met at the event.
Paul to Buckeyes Boy: Really? I wanted to approach you, but it looked like you were in a very intense conversation. You guys were standing like an inch away from each other! You really didn't just meet her tonight? [Buckeyes Boy nodded.] Seriously?
Buckeyes Boy had asked me to text him to let him know that I got home safely, which I did. The last five minutes of the game were quite eventful so as he was stuck on the Metro to Maryland, I started texting him with updates from the game.
When he got home, he called me to say thanks and we talked for another hour. I knew that I had met a guy who was fine, nice and cool. I knew that I wanted to see him again soon. But, I didn't imagine two months ago that attending a Twitter charity event would lead to something so wonderful.
(And, yes, I have tears in my eyes as I'm writing. Really. Happy. Tears.)