This one may get a little confusing, but I’m going to do my best to keep things clear for you. Let’s start from the beginning.

My friends and I were all out on a Sunday for NFL football. It was the AFC and NFC championship weekend. We all got pretty tanked at the first bar watching the AFC championship as the Broncos defeated the Patriots. We moved onto a second bar for the NFC championship and thats where I met the Hot Shot. He was actually our server at the second bar. He works there over the winter and is a Hot Shot Firefighter over the summer. Given we were all pretty drunk, all I could really remember was that he was short and cute. But I didn’t care how short he was, he had a great smile.

You see, the bar the Hot Shot works at is close to my work. I tend to go there a lot after work with my co workers or to meet up with random guys that I’m meeting for the first time. I went over to the bar with a co worker the following week. He came up and talked to me. He remembered me and my friends from last sunday. I made a $20 bet with him on who was going to win the SuperBowl.

SuperBowl week rolls around and I am going to meet a random guy at the bar that the Hot Shot works at. The guy I met up with was a Dud. He couldn’t hold a conversation. Not to mention during our texting conversations prior to us meeting, he was very risqué. It was quite annoying and a huge red flag. But regardless, I decided to give him a chance because why not!? He was attractive, ginger and a country boy. We all know how much I love Gingers. We sat down and ordered a beer. And what do you know– Hot Shot happens to spot me and gives me a little wave that only I can see. My attention was now on the Hot Shot and not the Dud I was sitting with.

The Hot Shot came up to talk to me and the Dud while we were having a beer. He was telling us about the deals they had going on for the SuperBowl that weekend. The Hot Shot also explained to the Dud that we had a bet going on for who was going to win. I asked the Hot Shot when he was working again so I could collect my money. He told me he was working Monday after the SuperBowl. During this whole conversation, all I was thinking was that I am totally getting the Hot Shot’s number before I leave. He is just so handsome. I had a plan.

After the Dud and I finished our beer, I walked out to the parking lot with him and we said goodbye. Thank God he didn’t try to kiss me because that would of made things worse. I wasn’t into him at all. I got into my car and watched him walk to his truck and drive away. Once the Dud was out of sight, I got back out of my car and walked back into the bar to see the Hot Shot.

I sat down at one of his tables waiting for him to walk out of the kitchen. When he came around the corner he smiled and walked right up to me. He started by saying that he had lied to me because he doesn’t work the day after the SuperBowl. I responded with, “I have a question for you”. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why was I so nervous? I asked if he was single. He responded yes. I then said, “Great, because I find you wildly attractive and I would love to get to know you”. A huge smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone to get my number. I put my number into his phone and he said that he would text me later. He gave me a hug goodbye, told me that I made his whole night and I left. Best part about this whole thing– when I left, I still didn’t even know his name.

Sometimes the girl has to make the first move.

TO BE CONTINUED.