TDH and the Bon Voyage Weekend

So here we meet again Monday.
How did we move so fast? I mean you have to give a girl some time to get used to these moves, before you thrust yourself at her...Come on now! Ah, well, a recap of this weekend's festivities is fair I suppose so here we go.

The short version:

The week ended inocuously enough, with a good and productive day at work, simultaneous power naps with the roommate in preparation for our evening festivites and the final stop of the night at one of the coolest bars I have been to in a while. Then Saturday was filled with hopping over the Bay Bridge to my old hood Berkeley to celebrate the impending departure of a dear friend to Colorado, and swinging back home in time for the celebration for yet another grad school send off in SoMa, that ended with TDH (Tall, Dark and Handsome) and too many glasses of Cab Franc.

The gory details:

Friday night started off at Lava Lounge and meeting up with with LC's friend for a drink. We wanted to scope out the scene; we had heard rumors that there were some attractive Asian men to be found at this venue. Not my usual demographic as my friends near and dear to me would attest to, but we were on the hunt for a handsome, kind and smart guy for one of my friends-- F-- who needs to be treated like the lady she is by someone deemed worthy (in my opinion).
She was currently off of the Latin wagon, as they had proven to be passionate, sexy, macho...AND flakey with a side of pain in the ass. Girlfriend does not need drama in her life.

Needless to say, Lava was not the eruption of men we were hoping for and instead decided to can the man hunt idea and just enjoy ourselves for the rest of the evening. So we headed over to Rickstop down in the FiDi for a few good solid drinks with some repute.
I was certainly not disappointed at this second love child of the Bourbon and Branch creators; in fact I think I fell instantly in love with the old barrels, brick and openness of this space, almost inching out the intimate and sweaty "Library" of B&B fame.

Things were going great so far. We got seating, we had tasty beverages in our hands and then.....they came. And sat down. WTF?!
That is right, these 2 guys decided they wanted to crash our party and bring their underdeveloped muscles and "we just started our first job after graduating college" experience to the table. I'm sorry kids, really? F and I promptly turned our backs and chatted while LC and N actually were kind and conversed, feigning interest in the topics they thought were going to impress my friends. I know, I'm being harsh, but I feel that oftentimes men need to read the body language of women and really understand that sometimes, we just want to be left alone. Not only that, BIG(Boy in Green) had commited a faux pas and cut in front of us at the bar to order his drink when we had clearly been waiting before him. But the crowning moment of the night was when BIG leaned into N and said to her, " so N...how did you come to sit with the most handsome man in this bar?".
WHAT!?!?!
I think I almost fell out of my chair with horror. You call THAT a pick up line? Clearly he needed to go back to training camp because that was just asinine. I peeked over at N and her face was a mask of combined pain and panic as she was looking for a way out and was cornered.
Thankfully, BIG and his friend NBD (Nice but Dorky) left soon after, when the magic of the "line" wasn't appreciated.

Saturday started off with an intellectual BBQ filled with PhDs and little ole me chatting about the paralleling evolution of certain species of insects and plants that may elucidate the diverging patterns giving insight into trends of evolution itself (a la Darwin's Finches) to the stock market crash of 1987 and how that was such an anomaly as its recovery in 1989 bucked the expected trend of decades of recovery time such as the crash of 1929.

After all sorts of heady conversation, I hopped my way over to Tres Agaves for some tequila (yikes) and the evenutal lead up to my favorite wine bar on Polk called Amelie. It was there that I saw my old fwb "Lawyer S" and his entourage who were nice, entertaining and thankfully continued on their merry way leaving F, Nic and I to our own devices. But my amore, TDH (Tall, Dark and Handsome) was bartending again at Amelie and to my surprise he greeted me with a cheeky kiss-kiss at the door and the words whispered into my ear, "hello beautiful, I see you are here again for me".
I just swooned. Did you hear it? I hope so because let me tell you, TDH has this way about him that makes me blush, and I don't blush often.
I had my first run in with TDH a few weeks ago and I thought it was a fleeting romance that night. But needless to say, it was not so as was evidence by his affection Saturday. All night TDH was so attentive, bringing us water, caressing my leg as he walked by our table, telling me he loved seeing my legs in my dress, mopping the mess he made on Nic's arm, refilling (to our horror, we were buzzed for sure) F and I's nearly empty wine glasses and then trying to kiss me...TWICE when he is obviously a taken man (cue the wedding ring). I had hoped he was playing the faux "I'm taken" game with the ring to fend of the hordes of women who flirt with him, but alas, it was found to be true that he is in fact, married. And fortunately, I don't play the other woman game. I like to give the respect to his wife of not being shady and thinking I am better than her because I am not. With his deep brown bedroom eyes, dimples, gorgeous face and sexy smile, I can't help but enjoy flirting with him, and watching with pleasure as he flirts with other women but always comes back to me, BUT...I'm not his, nor is he mine.
So, I shooed him off with a " behave yourself", a wink and sauntered out the door. He called out, "good bye Kathline" and the siren call of my bed led me to a deep restful sleep of Cab Franc and TDH.