My vagina made me do it.

This dude refers to himself as a Staten Island Guido. I think, typically, this is not my type. Probably because I’m Italian-American and I have enough sense to not get involved with Italian-American dudes. But we had some oddly comfortable phone conversations and I found his accent adorable.

He offered to drive to my hood (thank you!) and meet for coffee. Even though he’s a liquor salesman. (Again-thank you!)

We went to the Coffee Den. I had a cappuccino, he had regular. We chatted. Again, super comfy.

He was a little shorter than I expected, and cuter than I expected. With arms that I straight up wanted to grope.

I asked if we could go for a drive, since I’m so rarely in a car.

We drove down into Red Hook. We got out and I showed him the pier by the Fairway. He told me he loved grocery shopping, so I insisted he witness the glory that is Fairway.

He was suitably impressed, even though it was Saturday and a madhouse.

A sweet boy who loves grocery shopping? Swoon.

As I said, conversation was super easy, but I couldn’t tell if he was attracted to me or not. I knew I wanted to kiss him.

So I did.

Nice work, my friend.

Next time, I go to his hood.

Fair enough.