Big Mac with a side of...

I have never before written about this man, we'll call him "Mac".  I originally met him back in February at Superbowl which he hosted at his beautiful house in the hills.

Mac was quiet and seemed to keep to himself among the noise of the game, etc.  When the party dialed down, the Saints won, and most people left, me and my girls found ourselves still there celebrating with Mac and his friends.  Shadow suggested the hot tub on this coooooooooooold February Sunday evening, and it had to 'warm up' before it was people ready. He asks, "What about you water, you in?" (I was DD so I was drinking water).

In the time being, Mac gave us a tour.  I joked with him how I could see myself living there as we picked out t-shirts and shorts to wear in the tub among my dream closet, dream bathroom, dream bedroom...he gave me his "very special shirt" to wear.  I didn't think much of it as I assumed he was getting his flirt on, (mostly because I was confused by the text back from Biggie) until he, Shadow, me and his friend got in the tub.  We toasted champagne and laughed a lot.  I thought Mac and Shadow were feeling each other until I felt Mac's feet on mine.  Apparently he was playing a wee bit of footsie.

Upon drying off and changing back into the clothes we came in, we all said out goodbyes....but Mac didn't ask for a number or anything so I chalked it up to a bit of flirty after a long day/night.  I do remember him saying, "See you soon" and I couldn't help but ponder, is he chalking that up to chance that we'll see one another again, I mean otherwise he would have asked for digits?


CUT TO: A THURSDAY NIGHT, LAKERS GAME 7 OF THE NBA PLAYOFFS


SCENE
Neighborhood bar in the valley


Shadow and me met a couple of our friends, one from Superbowl.  We ordered drinks and caught up among the screams and hollers for Kobe and his teammates, Shadow stepped out with Ray to have a cigarette.  When she returned she had that look on her face and I needed to know what that was about, she whispers, "Mac's on his way here, for you."  I didn't believe any of that, nor should I, until I turned to see him there.  She claims he was coming for me...he later told me it was for Ray.  Who to believe?  Anyway, I wave and smile hello and Shadow walks over to say hello and demand he come over to say hi to me directly.  And he does.  I extend my hand and he pulls me in for a kiss on the cheek.  Hmm.  As an angry lesbian is cursing behind us, he says, "Please move over, I need to stand out of the way of that woman."  Sandwiched between another girl and he, we joked about how we couldn't care less about the Lakers.  I was sitting eating my taco minding my business, and suddenly felt Mac's hand on my back.  Then playing with hair.  And even menioned cutting out before the game was over and the rest of the party would join us.

WE waited for the game to end and me, Shadow, Ray and a friend made our way up to Bradshaw's dream house.  A familiar scene just on a very different night....or was it?  A hot day was met by a very chilly night.  We talked as we waited for the tub to heat up.  Mac gave me looks while I played with the dogs.  And wouldn't it be ironic as Mac provided T-shirts to wear that we, well white.  I mean, come on.  We sat in that hot tub for 2-3 hours, till my toes were pruning.  As Shadow and Mac talked "dating", I served as impartial "moderator" which from my POV peaked Mac's interest more.  I was attracted to him the first time 5 MONTHS AGO and I was finding him more appealing now, in sheer seclusion.  He and I both seemed to be on the same page dating wise, intellect wise, and all the rest.  Among the seriousness of conversation, I had quite a time laughing. I love to laugh.  Every time he wanted to make a point to Shadow, he used me as an example, which I knew full well was an excuse to touch or be near me.  Still I was asked to be impartial and neutral and perhaps Mac didn't like how impartial or neutral I was being.

This man would pick me up to pull me closer to hin, graze hair, or stroke my neck, all signs would tell most "Hey! Hello! This guy is into you" but the main reason I was being this way was to be respectful of my homegirl who was pouring out her heart for advice and I didn't want her to feel 'third wheel'.  Long story longer, all the flirting and flirting and flirting, he asks, "So can I get your number," and we walked to the kitchen as I wrote on a yellow, small legal pad.  He walked me to the door and we parted with a simple kiss on the lips.

THAT was Thursday/Friday 2am...it's now Sunday/Monday 12am.  I haven't heard from him and I had hoped I would.  I've dated older men before and they don't wait, they act.  However, as I write this off as a stereotypcial 2-day man rule, and should he call,  I didn't think he'd act like that.  I was confident I'd hear from him and I'm relatively confident that I still will.  There's energy there with Mac and I want to see if it continues and hope that I don't have to wait another 5 months to test that theory.  You miss out Mac, opportunity passes you by.

"Women go from zero to church over a drink. We can't help that, that's how we're wired," CREDIT, that's my new saying.