Sorry readers for my absence this week...this Chi girl has been busy jetsetting to Detroit and hosting a very sexy houseguest for the weekend. Wow, isn't life grand when you are busy doing stuff? My darling MPLS FWB was in town with his 4 bffs for the weekend. I have heard stories about these guys before but I had never had the pleasure of meeting them. It was truly the most random group of guys I could have ever imagined. My friend is 33 and a very attractive man from Venezuela, and his BFFs are all 10-20 years his senior and look like washed up rockers Keith Richards style...in a good way. They were all hilarious and odd. And, it all makes sense why my FWB is only an FWB...all of his besties are single and never married bachelors! Bad influences! My darling friend has no chance of settling down, why would he when he is hanging out with his bachelor family of clowns 24/7? Truly, this was a eye-opening and illustrative weekend glimpse into the world of bachelors.
We had a lot of fun this weekend, and while I was slightly out of place crashing the boys weekend, they were all very nice and welcoming. Friday night we danced it up at a reggae bar, my Venezuelan is an excellent dancer by the way. Sat my Venezuelan and I got up early and went to brunch and then went for a walk in my neighborhood and shopped for bicycles. We met up with the boys in another neighborhood later and spent 2 hours browsing an independent book store. Then we spent some time at a coffee shop before heading to a hot yoga class and then a birthday bash of a dead writer where my Venezuelan and I were the youngest people by at least 30 years (which warranted us getting our picture taken to be published in a night review), and then we wrapped up the night at a blues bar. And then the Venezuelan spent the night again, marking the most time he and I have ever spent together in our 3 year FWB friendship. Truth is the more you are around this man, the more you fall a little bit more in love. Don't worry this is not an "in love" that will leave me feeling depressed or sad, it is more of an "in love" where you truly feel in awe of someone and appreciate to heart their character and grace. My Venezuelan is someone you just want to be around, and you can't help but falling in love.
My Venezuelan is the complete opposite of Big. He is affectionate, considerate, passionate, attentive, and wonderful, and for one weekend, I got to be his girl. Although he and I have never been in an actual relationship, he has no problem showing me affection in public and in front of his friends. He is the guy who carries your luggage, opens doors, has his arm around you while walking, kisses you in the middle of a bookstore, has his hand on your leg at the bar, gropes you inappropriately on the subway, and spoons you at night...he is darling...and completely unattainable. I guess I need to figure out a way to hook his single friends up with some gorgeous women and then somehow figure out how to make my Venezuelan My Venezeluan.
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