Happy Hanukkah to Me!

I am about to become that girl who drives all her friends crazy because she won't stop talking about a guy.
I don't want to be that girl...she is soo annoying! But I'm not going to be able to help myself. There is someone
whose name I want to shout from the roof tops.

So, in the interest of sparing my friends this boring chatter, I will blog all about him. Hopefully, I'll get it out of my
system by writing about him here and I won't need to constantly reference him throughout the day.

A few blog posts back, I wrote about the Israeli guy I dated a few summers ago. After fighting, breaking-up and plenty of stupidity, we have managed to become friends again. In fact, he even invited me to be his "date" for his company's holiday party this past weekend.

Now, seeing as I was bored with Jacksonville, DYING to go back to DC, I decided this would be a FABULOUS trip! Happy Hanukkah to me!!! Plus, he told me that all of his friends miss me and would be at the party to see me. How could I possibly disappoint them?

I told "IA" to meet me at the hotel elevators. I noticed it immediately: he was sweet and fun but was a bit detached. Even when posing for pictures, he wouldn't touch me! He would put his arm around me without touching me. Who does that???

I immediately assumed that he wanted to make sure I didn't think anything was going to happen. I was actually fine with that. Truth is, I wasn't feeling it either. I'm sure with enough alcohol I could feel it, but this was for the best.

Little did I know, he had ulterior motives. He failed to tell me that he has a girlfriend in Israel who is moving to the US to be with him at the end of this month. He also skipped over the fact that he invited me to the party for one of those friends who wanted to see me.

When I dated him, we often hung out with a couple who were close friends of his. From the moment I met them, I had a bit of a crush on the guy. It was not as if we spent a lot of time together and we were never alone but there was an electricity (at least for me) I was very drawn to him. I had these fantasies about the guy but I was also infatuated with IA so I would NEVER have done anything about it.

Plus, all those fantasies ceased when my now ex called to tell me that they were getting married. That was that. Oddly, it bothered me so much that I can remember exactly where I was when I heard this bit of news!

When he said that the guy wanted to come to the party to see me and that he was super excited, I must admit I got butterflies. I couldn't wait to see him and I was just praying he didn't bring his wife. When I asked if she was coming, he broke the news that they were not in a good place. IA said he didn't think they even talked anymore. He then told me that back when we were dating, the guy confessed he had a big crush on me. I was STUNNED! And few minutes later, I saw him.

It was like something out of a movie. I looked up and our eyes locked. He had a huge smile on his face and looked so incredbly handsome. I was transfixed. I ran to him and hugged him. Unlike the luke-warm reception from IA, LDB held me tight and I felt lightheaded. Chemistry. Very powerful.

When I think back now, I realize that my ex pretty much dropped off the face of the earth for me at that moment. I took LDB's hand and we went to get him a drink from the bar. We sat on a nearby bench and talked about everything that's happened in the last year. I have no idea how long we were there, but my ex had to come looking for us.

The conversation was amazing. It's crazy that we were sitting there getting to know each other as if we were on a great first date. Then again, I felt like we were!

With the way I was feeling, I couldn't help but question his marriage. He said that they wanted different things and it can't possibly work so they have separated and are planning to file for divorce.


By the time my ex came to get us, I'd forgotten I was there as HIS "date." He dragged us into the other room to dance, but we stayed on the side continuing to talk. After a while, it was undeniable. Something was going to happen. And I couldn't wait. It was like the natural progression of that great first date...eventually you want him to kiss you. At some point, he did and I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt a MAJOR connection.

Okay, it's not very mature, but we made-out like our plane was going down!

After the party, he walked me to my hotel room and I invited him in. I told him then and there I would NOT sleep with him. He said he had rules too and we had to have at least two more dates. So we continued to kiss and talk until almost 4 in the morning!

Lots of conversation about family and our mutual difficulties with our fathers.

I have thought of nothing and no one else since he left my hotel room. I've been running every moment back through my mind over and over. I love this time in a potential relationship!