Russians, Frenchmen and Gays oh my!

First of all, I would like to send a big THANK YOU! To all my blog readers, your support and suggestions mean a lot to me. I took one suggestion especially to heart and that is on the subject of "smoking hot guy". Now, I can't get into too much detail because after all this is the internet. So here goes...I met "smoking hot guy" a couple of months ago, I would describe him as the most beautiful spirit I have come across in a long time. It's not even about what he looks like (forget the killer smile and gorgeous green eyes for a moment). He has morals, he's very kind, grounded, thoughtful, spiritual AND wants to make a difference in this world. Not only do we have a lot in common but, we also share the same values and views on life. How could I not keep him around?

Now you understand why I accepted his invitation to dinner many months ago, around the time when we first met. It was then, that he told me he wasn't ready for a relationship. As soon as I heard the words come out of his mouth, I felt like someone shot me in the chest with a harpoon gun. Relationship???? I was trying to figure out if I was on a date or not. That's what was going on in my head. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued to be his friend erasing the idea of an "us" out of my mind. I'm 28....I know how this goes by now. Fast forward 5 months and you are up to speed. I was initially shocked when I realized he was jealous of "3 date guy" out of nowhere, he was ALL up on my nuts! Winking, blowing kisses, sending flirty text messages, undressing me with his eyes...the works. I'd never seen this side of him before I have to confess, I kinda like it! But, I decided to just keep meeting other guys because I'm a firm believer that if a guy wants to be with you, he will make it happen.

Well, for the sake of "research" I went out this weekend to a Russian bar, I was determined to meet a distraction at the very least. 3 cocktails and a couple of hottie sightings later...I met a sweaty Frenchman in a silk shirt that had enough sweat on it to last through an entire match of World Cup soccer! (Note to self: Don't wear a silk shirt in a crowded bar, everyone can see your sweat) He asked me and my friend if we were French, we said no. Then he asked us if we spoke French, again we said no. Finally he said, "Where are you girls from?" and we answered "We're Latinas". Then, he proceeded to introduce us to his friend Jean Luke who was supposedly from Guatemala. Jean Luke, ditched us as soon as he met us to go dance with the skankiest girl in the joint. On no wait, it gets better! Out on the smoking patio we met med school boy (22) and law school boy (23) all I have to say is, I won't bore you with the details because ONE conversation with these guys reminded me why I hated dating in my early 20s.

Feeling still hopeful....Sunday night, I had dinner with my cousin (who is gay) and attended West Hollywood's Gay Pride Festival. I didn't know where to look there were hot guys EVERYWHERE but, none of them bat for my team. ::SIGH:: I felt like a diabetic in an ice cream shop! This weekend was not a total bust, I ran into my pole dancing instructor and discovered that we both share a love for gay guy friends. For now, I am going to count my blessings and enjoy the new friendships and opportunities that are popping up on my path to true love. By the way, "3 date guy" texted me last night. What's up with that?