Dear Nerd Conference (again),

Oh my loyal readers... I've been busy busy busy.  Sorry for the long delay in posting.  Let's pick back up where we left off shall we?

So... the guy I met in Vegas, Nerd Conference, decided he simply must come visit me in North Carolina.  So about a month after Vegas he flew in from Austin, where he lives.  He's super handsome and has a hot British accent, which he uses to tell me how amazing and gorgeous I am... what's not to love?

So, anyway, I told him he would have to get a hotel. He agreed, and the day arrived when he flew in.  I was super busy at work so I didn't come to pick him up from his hotel until later.  He was a trooper though.  He gamely went along with my driving tour of Raleigh.

We went to Bella Monica for dinner, and talk and drank wine and it was not nearly as awkward as it should have been. I mean, really, it could have been beyond awkward considering we had never seen each other sober. (or even something remotely close to sober.. remember, I didn't even know he had an accent until someone told me, and he has a STRONG accent).

 We kissed, of course, but at the end of the night, I dropped him right back off at his hotel.  I told him I would come get him the next day and we could do breakfast before he flew back home.

So... the next morning, I get up and pick him up for breakfast.  I had to go to work that day, and the airport was close to his hotel, so I decided to go to my favorite breakfast place in Raleigh... Waffle House.  No, seriously, I am in love with their hashbrowns.

He laughed and asked if we were really going there sober, and I told him not to be such a wuss. So in we walk, and we sit down.  Over comes the waiter. Who recognizes me.

Shit.

Who recognizes me from all the breakfasts I had there with Sam's Club before work.

Double Shit.

And DECIDES TO COMMENT ON IT.

Kill me now.

So, the waiter comes up to the two of us and says "I saw your ex in here about a month ago.  He was by himself. He looked like hell. Very sad. Very lonely"

I said... "Oh, that's too bad. I'll have the hashbrowns" but in my mind I was thinking "Good. Serves him right... BUT CAN'T YOU SEE I AM ON A DATE WITH A HOT BRITISH GUY?!?!"

Omg. Awkward.  Nerd conference, in his very polite British way, just smirked at me and didn't make too much of a big deal out of it, except a snide remark or two about how many guys I must take there.

After we ate, Nerd Conference was off to Europe for some work.  We kissed goodbye just like in the movies.

-W