Ghost Of Boyfriends Past: A.C.

Did you think I ran out of stories?

I am truly hurt. What do you take me for? Some sort of quitter!?

No. Just because I have ran into a few duds... does not mean I am about ready to give up. NO! I will keep dating duds until I find the king! wait... that's not right is it?

Either way.. I will continue to provide you with entertaining stories. 

I apologize for the delay. And so it goes:

His name: A.C.

The Good: Musician, funny, tan, friend of a friend. 

The Bad: ohhhh boy...

I met A.C while I was visiting a friend in Seattle. I needed a little getaway and some good shopping. What I found was a cute boy from some spanish speaking country (yes this comes into play later)

Girls, don't lie, you know you can't resist a man who speaks another language. 

I'm telling you...it's all sorts of attractive.

So... we hung out the weekend I was in Seattle. Took a few silly pictures. And had a first kiss that was pretty stinkin' sweet. It might have been in a closet. Sound weird? You're probably right. 

No... I 'm not going to put a black bar over his eyes. 
And yes, I always make ugly faces. Always. 

We stayed in touch for the next few weeks that is how it remained. We kept in touch and saw each other when we could. It was like a long distance relationship... but not.

Here is where the NOT comes in. 

We decided we would meet in Leavenworth for the weekend. A touristy-city that is fairly in between where we both live. We would do some wine tastings and just enjoy the cute little city for a few days.

Honestly, I don't remember much about the weekend (that's how memorable it was) BUT what I do remember:

I paid for dinner AND our hotel room. ummm...

WHAT?

Trust me, this wasn't a love shack type of deal... 

a. I'm not that type of girl and

b. He was/is EXTREMELY religious.
not. gonna. happen.

So.. I just chalked it up to bad manners. I really don't know what I was thinking. I was honestly just smitten by his skills on the guitar. Pathetic, I know.
We all have our weaknesses.
He actually sang ANY song that I wanted in spanish.
Que: Hero by Enrique Eglasias.
Yeah... I'm that girl.

So here was the final straw.
New Years Eve.
It was sort of a last minute thing. We decided I would fly over, spend a few days and meet some of his friends. If nothing else.. an adventure it was.
Did I mention I paid for my flight? Yes... a flight that HE offered to pay for.
mmhmm.

New Years was fine...nothing spectacular... hung out at a friends house. Had a few drinks and watched the fireworks on TV. Woop-ee
Here is the kicker.
On my last day there we are sitting in his living room watching TV and there is a knock at the door.
BANG BANG BANG.
Me: are you going to get that?

A.C.: Ohhh I don't think it's for me.
BANG BANG BANG (Obviously on his door)
Me: I'm pretty sure it's for you
A.C.: let's go into my room until they leave.
(he is creeping out the window watching "this person" leave while I wait)

My guess... a girl. Or Jesus. Either way, he probably should have opened the door.

Moral of the story? And yes there is always a moral. 
If a guy ever refuses to open a door... He is not for you.
Plain and Simple.