KP Part 1 - The Beginning

I think I've already decided not to give this web address out to those who know me. So I guess its fair to assume that you who are reading this have no idea who KP is, and will never run to him and tell him all my woes. With that being said:

KP is THAT guy. You know the one. The one you know is no good for you, who won't commit, and doesn't plan on committing. The one that tells you if he was READY for a girlfriend it would be you, but he isn't so you're not. The one you can't get enough of, and that no other guy compares to no matter how many times you try to move on after every time he hurts you. Yeah, KP is THAT guy.

He was an accident. In fact, at the time I was hoping to do the same to him that he's now doing to me.

March 26 (you know I have it bad when I know the exact date we met) - me trying to rid myself of a psycho ex - boyfriend you all know as the idiot who stole my dog, I find myself with best friend JT and former elementary school buddy JK at a random bar (we were supposed to party it up in GTown so I dressed up). JT notices the bouncer and mentions how atleast the night isn't going to be a total waste since he's some pretty good eye candy... I don't find him THAT attractive. I proceed to get drunk. I hate my ex.

JT mentions how the bouncer keeps looking over at her. I see him walk by and stare and I drink more of my LIT (I'm sipping because I'm a light weight). I think he's weird because he's staring... infact, I notice ALL the bouncers staring and I get to the point where I'm drunk enough and stare back. JT kicks me and tells me he's coming over and to talk to her. He walks right up, introduces himself and gives me this line (no joke)

"Are those your real eyes? Because I've been staring at them all night."

He swears to this day he never said this. I can't confirm because I was answering the first question in my drunken state showing him in fact they weren't my real eyes. JT and JK were laughing at his line. They swear to this day he did. They still get in fights over it.

The line worked I guess, because we talked a little and then he asked for my number. JT was kicking me a lot (I had the bruises to prove it) she got mad that for once I got hit on first, by the guy she was eyeing. I figured I always played wingman, and that it was her turn... that and I didn't care much for him. He kept walking back and forth talking more to JT than me and eventually invited us back to his place after the bar closed because he was having "people over." JT and I decide why not, he might have hot friends, JK declines and goes home.

After the bar closes JT and I get into her car and follow KP and bouncer friend Gary (the two of them were the only "people" going back to his house) back to his house. We decided she saw him first and that we'd pull the old switcheroo. I didn't care, he wasn't even really my type. He was too "big." Our we have to leave phrase was "Lets go get Dave tickets." because honestly, Dave tickets were going on sale, and we were going to camp out to get some. That meant one of us was uncomfortable and it was time to vamanos.

*side note* I like my guys tall and skinny built. Not gross or anything, but I like lean muscle. KP was just a taaaaad bigger than my liking. He's as hard as rock though, and I've now come to my senses that whatever I liked before is nothing compared to his body. It's perfect.

He lived down the street from the bar and walking into his house, we realized we had 2 very drunk girls, and 2 very not so drunk bouncers. What does that mean? Drinking games. I decide to get them just as fucked up as we are.

JT puts on her moves and KP discovers that both she and him like red wine, and as she starts up the convo with him, I serve both guys booze and make fun of them a lot. I hate being drunk alone. I act dumb.

On a beer run from the dining room to the kitchen KP corners me... and we talked. Damn. Gary being the good wingman he was for the night, swoops down on JT and there she blows. The guys lay their claim and mission switcheroo is no longer in progress.

I discover KP is a nice guy. I being the stupid drunk I am open up to him and tell him a lot more than I tell any other bouncer I just happen to meet, and to my surprise he tells me a ton about himself that many people didn't know.

JT interrupt our moment to tell me "WE HAVE TO GET DAVE TICKETS!!! NOW!!!" Apparently I got Gary drunk a little too fast... and JT was coming down off her drunkeness, Gary was no fun. That and he was ugly, with the weirdest teeth I have EVER seen. KP not getting put over states he and Gary are coming too. This is at 4 in the morning.

We go to Ticket Master/Hecht's. There is no one there. Now, I don't know about you guys, but about 4 years ago when I was in high school, we CAMPED out for tickets. If you got there later that say 11 PM the night before a big dave concert, you weren't getting tickets... We pull into an empty parking lot, no fun camping parties, no people to talk to, and it was cold. Camping out for tickets sucks.

After 30 minutes JT said she wanted something, I don't remember what, and says she has to go get it. Gary states he's going with her. KP and I are left alone to talk. We bond a little more. He's nice.

They come back. KP and I decide to make a run to his house for blankets and sweatshirts and hats, because i'm freezing and still wearing my outfit from the night before. That means heels, tight red pants, big black chandelier earrings, and makeup. I hate makeup. I want the makeup OFF MY FACE. And I'm cold. Gimmie big boy sweats and a baseball cap NOW!

Now the events at his house are what takes this random encounter from random, don't care if I hear from him again, to don't know if I like him or not. Up to this point he was a fun guy, possible friend material IF I ever spoke to him again. I WAS NOT looking for someone else to jump into ANY type of relationship with.

We go to his house, and he immediately goes to the kitchen. He calls back to me, "Now what I'm about to do might gross you out, but I have to do it." I'm thinking the worst here. What have I gotten myself into? I'm picturing him popping needles into his arm to shoot up heroin, or some other type of nonesense and I coming down off my drunken state wonder if I should really be alone with this guy in his house after meeting him a couple hours before. I walk into the kitchen, and what is he doing?

THE GROSSEST THING EVER.

He's eating tuna. From the can. I hate tuna. EW!

I start laughing. He gets a little self concious explaining how he HAS to eat tuna or his body will eat itself because he works out so much and blah and blah. I don't stop laughing... I was kinda shocked thinking he was shooting up heroin and I find him eating tuna. He stops eating. I laugh harder.

I notice his tattoo...

I stop laughing.

IT IS HUGE.

Now I have never liked the idea of tattoos... I just don't think they're practical for later in life. I think if you have it, it should be hideable so that you're able to lead a professional life in the future. With that being said, his extends from his shoulder to below his elbow on his left arm. It has his last name down his tricep with designs in between, and ghost flames down his forearm. I force him to show me all of it, and off comes the shirt.

I notice the tattoo on his other arm. Its a symbol he drew with flames.

He then shows me the one on his back. This one is HOT. It has since become my favorite, and I seem to always get yelled at when he's trying to sleep and I stay up outlining it...

I don't like tattoos... I decide here I'm just going to be his friend.

He goes upstairs to change and brush his teeth (he smelled like tuna!). He invites me up. I decline. I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! Then I realize he's probably telling me to come up for sweats... I run up the stairs. I was fiddling around with the stuff on his dresser when he comes out of the bathroom, and just plants one on me.

Now it's been a long time since I've kissed someone and felt butterflies.

I have so many butterflies I think I was going to pass out.

This is great.

I'm really happy.

Cell phone rings... and by that time things were a little heated, and HE says maybe we should slow down. WHA? Respect earned right here - fine line between I label you friend to I want to date you passed here.

* disclaimer * We were still FULLY CLOTHED but our kissing had excalated to makeout level.

JT wants to know where we are. Gary had asked her if she was going to kiss him now that they were alone. She didn't likey.

We go back to Ticket Master... JT hates me. She didn't like bonding with Gary. He sucks.

Later a couple of things happen not worth mentioning. JT went into bitch mode, KP and Gary having started drinking after us went into annoying/embarrassing drunk mode, and me? I went into sleepy mode. (During a mini-nap I overheard KP say "I'm glad she's a cute sleeper." - I start laughing. He gets caught and blames me for pretending to sleep. I laugh harder.)

We bought our tickets, and parted our own separate ways.

KP sent me a text a couple hours later "I had a good time."

It made me smile...

He called me for a date later that night... thats where I got sucked in.

Dammit

continued in later blogs.