This is why, when I met Greg the fireman out on a Friday night, I did not hesitate to give him my phone number despite the fact that he lived in Florida and had to leave the next morning unfortunately we did not get to spend much time together. I was unsure that he would call, but he did. For a month or so we carried on a phone relationship, texting mostly, with the occasional phone call. His best friend was a pilot for United so he had the means to travel free of charge to visit me. So we talked about this visit a lot, and there was a lot of buildup. Very exciting and sexy. I even called in sick to work the day of his arrival, I was so excited! We went to the zoo that day and then he took a Jiu Jitsu class with my coworker Mike Jackson who moonlights as a purple belt instructor. I was relieved by this because I finally had some time on my own, friends of mine were asking how the trip was going, and I could sum up my feelings with this, "He hasn't even been here 24 hours and it feels like he has been here a week." I was struggling and I couldn't put my finger on it but something wasn't right, sure enough I was about to learn that fantasy does not equal reality.
The next day we met his friends for happy hour, and my friends were to come meet up later in the evening. I suppose we started pretty early, so by the time my friends arrived, he was well over served. He proceeded to hit on my friends, steal glasses from a bar we were at, and then ended up getting arrested and going to jail. Of course I was very unhappy with this development. And after 24 hours in the tank he called and left a voicemail that I wish I had saved, it went something like this. "So I am guessing you never want to talk to me again, but I do want to apologize..." He was right. So ladies, when you are imagining your fantasy make sure he is the one outside of the bars, not behind them.
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