Finding a Date a Continent Away

Why is it that I have the perfect date, where I feel like I’ve known the guy for a lot longer than one chance meeting at a hostel in Munich that turns into dinner and drinks in New York City that starts off telling some strange drunk guy that we’ve been together five years and ends up with us naked in a hotel room, and the guy is from another country?

To totally skip around in my European story just so I can tell everyone about my date last night, I was in Munich for the second time, staying at a great hostel with very friendly people, when I met a very cute boy from Ireland. We started talking when I overheard him saying he was going to New York. We got to talking and I ended up giving him my email, telling him we’ll have to get together for drinks when he got stateside the next week. 

We exchanged a few facebook messages and arranged to meet last night at his hotel around 10 to grab a few drinks. I took him to a local BBQ place and as we stood waiting for a table to come available, a drunk guy started chatting us up. Turns out he’s from England and they had a friend in common. Somewhere lost in the confusion he got the impression we really were a couple and asked us how long we’ve been together. Irish immediately responded with “Five years”.

Smiling at me we ended up with an elaborately made up story of our long distance young love which we had a good laugh about once we got to the table. We chatted over our meal then he asked if we could play a little game. I was intrigued so I said sure, depends on what kind of game it is.

We had to ask each other questions but we couldn’t repeat a question that the person had already asked of the other. It went on for a couple hours, the questions becoming really hard to come up with, especially when you wanted to know something that had already been asked of you! At the end of the evening, after downing a couple drinks and eating our meals, we decided to high tail it out of there. We knew quite a bit about each other at that point and I was very impressed by what I heard.

Somehow we ended up back in his hotel room watching videos of a friend of his playing U2 songs and joking around. And we can alllll guess where this ended up.

After a lot of kissing and heavy petting, I had to say goodnight because dear Aunt Flow, the little bitch, was in town. I was all fuzzy and giddy, the chemistry was there both physically and mentally and I was in such a good mood. It was followed up by an email to make sure I got home ok and that he had a great night he would never forget.

Now I’m on cloud 9 all the while cursing out the fact he lives in Ireland and I live here. He’s only in town til tuesday and will be gone over the weekend. We don’t have plans right now to hang out again but it has been mentioned. I sure hope so. I could use to have a few really fun good dates. And some sex. Always could use some sex. (From what I could tell from what did go down last night, the sex is probably going to be fantastic. So I better damn well see him again)

Why must the perfect dates be with guys where nothing can come of it?