Um, so remember the boy from the post yesterday? The “geographically undesirable” handsome hipster guy that I met at the bar on Sunday. The one who friended me on Facebook?
Well, he invited me to his place last evening.
And I went.
And it was lovely, damnit.
We drank a little and talked a lot. We did a lot of this talking on the rooftop deck at his condo, with the city shining all around us.
And through this discussion I unfortunately discovered he’s just about perfect.
He plays the piano, for starters. Classical piano.
He backpacked around most of the world between college and grad school. South America, Australia, New Zealand, Europe.
He is an optics material engineer and he designs lenses for various applications.
He does woodworking as a hobby and made many of the built-ins in his condo.
He runs several miles every day (about) and likes to bike and be active. And to explore cities and neighborhoods.
Oh, and did I mention he is 6’4″ and bearded and ever so dreamy?
And he lives mostly in Brooklyn now and loves it. And by “mostly” I mean he flies into Minneapolis for work on Mondays and leaves midday Wednesdays. And works remotely from NYC the rest of the time.
And he is very happy in New York.
Fuck. My. Life.
As our evening wound down, I may have also had the opportunity to kiss him.
And it was nice.
We were standing in his kitchen, talking a bit and looking at each other and I could tell we were building to something. So I said, “Um… I kinda want to put my beard on your, um, beard.”
He smiled and said, “Really? Cool. Ok!”
So I walked up to him and did just that.
Spoiler alert: this will not end well for my heart.