Happy Holidays Part II

So as I'm speaking with "Andy," I had to ask him what his real name was. Trust me. No Indian from India is named "Andy" at birth. He gave me a fake name, or rather, his nickname, but was at least quick to correct himself. After about an hour of talking with him, he kept asking me to dance or to do a hookah with him, but I didn't want to do either! Then he suggested we go outside (hello! frigid weather!), but I declined and said there were a couple more people that I wanted to chat with. So he went off to the dance floor, but not before asking me for my number.

As I made my way back to the banquet area, I saw the Russian guy and caught up with him a bit, while a few others joined us at the table: G, and a Beyonce wannabe. Other people were around us as well and the music was loud in the background. We were chatting and I guess Beyonce took it upon herself to play matchmaker. There was no bottle in sight, but somehow she advised the Russian to kiss me on the cheek. It felt like kindergarten. Amidst the joking around, G had taken his cell phone out and asked me for my number, so I gave it to him. Since there were different side conversations going on, I was getting slightly distracted, but I know I heard G say under his breath as he finished inputting my number in his cell, "but I do like you." He said this as a statement, like when you've made up your mind about something or someone. It got my attention.

Except my attention keeps getting interrupted by "Andy," who keep coming over and asking me to dance!! Even G made a comment to me regarding Andy... that he saw him checking me out ealier and that he took me away from everyone else for more than an hour!

As the party is dying down, I relocate to a sofa, and the Russian comes over to talk some more. Behind us I notice G and his friend that he brought along. As they come around, I thought they were leaving and wanted to say goodnight, so we all stood up. Instead, G switched places with the Russian and sat down with me. The Russian looked over and seemed annoyed, but G's friend is quite the aggresive type and she took it upon herself to drag the Russian away towards the bar.

G and I talked and joked around. He is really funny and definitely has me laughing a lot. Then I remember he's a bit younger than me, and thought he was just being friendly... until he kisses me.

Did NOT see that coming!!!! All I could think about was getting a glass of water! All the wine I had totally dried my mouth out!

Aside from the minor panic attack, it was a really good kiss. A great way to end the evening. :-)