Pen Pals

After enjoying what might have been one of the most entertaining pre-drinks at Ross’s house (from the That’s What Friends are For entry), we piled into cabs and went to The Rhino for jukebox and bar service.

It was they type of evening that seemed blessed, even magical. The bar was filled with people I wanted to talk with and we had arrived with the perfect mix of friends. I was talking with one of my best friends and roommate when, we were approached by two extremely handsome men. So handsome in fact, that I was put off by their appearance. The thoughts that went through my head were:

They’re too good looking to be interesting

Cant’ believe we’re being interrupted by gorgeous jocks

They are probably cops or construction workers

The taller one with shoulder length dark hair and blue eyes started talking to me. My next move was to get this creep to leave me alone by asking questions I assumed he’d fail at.

“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked

“I build things,” he answered with a grin.

--Ha, I knew it! Too handsome to be smart, he’s definitely a construction worker. Which is always sexy but not always mentally stimulating. I decided to ask one more question:

“Did you go to school for that?”

“I went to Dalhousie, I studied Physics.”

--Oh shit! He’s hot. Not what I was expecting from him. I kind of wanted him to fit my stereotype, and I kind of wanted to keep talking with my perfect friends that I came with. The last thing I wanted was to meet another handsome stranger. I was already dating a few men and fostering crushes on others, the last thing I needed was another crush!

I didn’t really think men like him existed outside of movies or Sophie Kinsella novels. As we continued to chat, I lost track of my surroundings, time, and my friends. The best part was his accent (which I confused with South African, as I have a tendency to believe that people with accents are either from Quebec or Cape Town). He has the faintest Newfoundland accent and it’s glorious!

We exchanged numbers and full names, and as such he has become my handsome pen pal/facebook friend. Over the next four months we texted back and forth and poked each other on FB, until one fateful day I asked him to come up north to my neighborhood for dinner, and he agreed…