Tonight I met Harry and a few of his friends for Indian food. At dinner one of the guys made reference to a girl 'who goes', meaning she puts out. Have you ever heard that? I hadn't, but in terms of word efficiency, I think it's clever. Anyway, one of the guys there, a South African entertainment lawyer, was very charming. We talked a fair bit through dinner and I must say his accent was very sexy.
After we left the group, Harry and I went to see one of his musician friends play in a bar near Koreatown. Between sets we sat at a table having a drink and Harry casually brought the South African up. He asked me if I found him attractive. I told him I intially thought he was average-looking, but that his personality made him more attractive. Then he told me how, while nice, the guy wasn't the relationship type. 'More of a quantity guy than quality', I think were his words. I got the feeling that Harry had picked up on the chemistry and was a little jealous. Ok, maybe jealous is too strong a word. He's not the jealous type. Protective? I don't know. Maybe a bit of both, but whatever it was, it was kind of nice that it triggered 'something' in him.
When he dropped me off at home, out of the blue I wanted so badly to ask him to stay. I didn't want the night to end. I love these kinds of nights. Warm, without a chill in the air and to top it off I don't have to work tomorrow or the next day, or the next. But it's more than that. I wanted him to stay. I just couldn't ask.