It is the start of the Holiday Season, and my first party was last weekend. I reserved two, but I had no one particular in mind, just in case a friend wanted to go. The day of the event arrived, and I had no guest, but I was ready to attend the Detroit-style-themed party. I arrived, and the host, a friend, asked about my guest, considering my reservation was for two. I informed her that I came alone, so she put a sticker on my back that represented a part of Detroit, and I had to ask others for clues to help me guess the answer. I was the “Detroit Museum!”  I go inside for a drink, then quickly go back outside to find a table so I can get some food. I am standing by the entrance chatting with a host, and a man walking by took a detour and walked up to me and said, “You are beautiful! What event is happening here tonight?” The host informed him that it was a private event and therefore closed to the public.

Him: Where are you from?
Me: Los Angeles
Him: Women from Los Angeles are different from the women in the South
Me: Where are you from?
Him: Charlotte, North Carolina
Me: How long have you been in Atlanta?
Him: Four months. I am walking home from dinner, but I had to stop by to meet you. Please put your number in my phone.
Me: How about this, I reserved for two, so what about you being my guest? Let the host sign you in, and make sure you get the sticker on your back so you can participate in the game.

The host looks at me, “He is your guest, Black Glitter?” and I respond “yes” and we all laugh, hahaha I didn’t know the other host, but she is staring at me like what just happened, haha.

We go inside, and I explain that it’s an open bar, free food, and a dessert bar. He has already eaten dinner, so he grabs a drink and chats with the people at the bar while I catch up with an old colleague. She looked at me and asked, “Is that your boo?” I explained that we had just met. We laughed and she said, “I love you!”

He gets his drink, and we find a table outside. We discovered that we both work in IT, that we are around the same age, that he loves to travel, and that he has a work meeting in 30 minutes. We laughed and talked for 25 minutes at the table, and he asked about my plans for tomorrow, then told me to move my schedule around so I could join him and dress casually. He left with five minutes to spare so he could make the call on time. He texted 10 mins later saying, “Nice meeting you, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Until next time!

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