Do You Believe In Magic?

It took me quite a while to recover from Coffee Guy. To be honest, I wasn't over him when I began talking to Magic, but I figured I could use a little Magic in my life, so I needed to stop sobbing and start throbbing, if you know what I mean.

I met Magic on Match.com because a girl can't stick to one online dating site. Broaden your horizons, make multiple online dating profiles, and assign the prospects nicknames. Most importantly, create a blog to catalog your laughable dating excursions to have them forever engraved in your memory bank.

Magic attempted to email me at least three times before I acknowledged his presence. To be hoenst, I would have never responded because he refused to upload a profile picture. Do not respond to faceless profiles. Lord knows they'll be the next Jeffrey Dommer and you'll be the dessert, literally. However, on his last email, he included his "website" and suggested I take a look to prove that he was a real person with a real face and a "real nice body." I figured, sure, what the hell?

Oh my goodness. Could it be? Could this imageless profile truly be that of a former NBA basketball player? Well, for heaven's sake, Coffee Guy who?? Yeah, I'll take an NBA player with a side of rebound please. Supersize! He was very attractive and from what it seemed, we had a lot in common. We were both into sports and looking for a relatively serious relationship. I couldn't understand what he saw in me. I wasn't a bimbo, nor the hottest girl on the website. For some reason, he had messaged me, multiple times. So what's the catch?

He invited me to Chili's for drinks after work. I proceeded to get the "stamp of approval" from my coworkers prior to meeting this still relatively anonymous mystery man. They suggested I go on the basis that he claims to be a former NBA player and that's just, well, hot. Of course they were all thinking dollar signs, but I could care less about that. I wanted love and all that good stuff. Yeah, let's get real. The man's probably loaded and I want a slice of that!

I drove to Chili's and went inside. I sat in the lobby and looked around. Did I miss him? Maybe I'm at the wrong Chili's? Well, how many damn Chili's are there in this area? Forget this, I'm leaving. Figures, he's a basketball player, they're never on time for anything. They're players and he's just gonna play me and I just got played, I don't time for games. Then it happened. I saw him. The only 6'6" black man in a thirty mile radius. Man, oh man, was he tall. I felt as though I was looking at a giant. He motioned for me to come to the table and sit with him. I must have looked silly, just sitting there and staring in awe. Please remove your chin from the floor or take a picture, I'm sure that would last longer.

I sat down and we order drinks and chips. The conversation came so easily and he smiled and joked. Could he really be interested in me? No, he just wants to fornicate, but hey, at this point, I'm down for that too. He's hot! There was a football game on in the background, but it was far away and you couldn't see the teams clearly. We made a bet to see who could determine the teams. I guessed the Cardinals and whoever the other team was. He said the Chiefs. Oh, you don't care about that? You just want to know what we bet? Well, I bet that if I won, he owed me date two. If he won, he wanted to kiss me. So I guess either way I won. I have to admit, I was shocked he didn't ask for more. Perhaps I judged the poor basketball player too quickly. Then again, he still has time to live up to his stereotype. Let's not get our hopes up.

He payed for our drinks and food and we proceeded to walk to our cars. Can you say Escalade? Um, yes, a big, black, beautiful, sparkling Escalade. Stop my beating heart. Wow. Ahem, back to reality. Boy, the things I'd like to do in that Escalade. Okay, back to our date. We stopped at the driver's side of my car and talked for a minute. He asked me if I had a good time and I said I had. He leaned in to kiss me, but apparently my kiss was too "frisky" for him as he said "Damn girl, you better watch that. Don't tempt me now."

As we stood there talking and smooching, a security guard in a stupid little go-kart proceeded to interrupt our snog session. "What are you two doing out here? It's time for you to leave." Um, excuse me? Bet you feel all high and mighty making ten dollars an hour to patrol a parking lot. Go back to college. Well, that set Magic off. He gave him a piece of his mind. The security guard started name dropping cops and saying that he would give them a call if we'd like to discuss it with them. Magic said, "That's fine. I'll call 'Officer So-and-So right now. They're all in my speed dial contacts. You have no idea who I am and I wouldn't start trouble right now. Get out of here. We're leaving." What a weird way to end a date. It certainly wasn't the first time I've been run off in the middle of a make-out session, but it was certainly the hottest. Could it be that I just made out with a former professional basketball player? I didn't think I was capable of attaining such a man, but apparently, I'm just as sexy as the next girl. Now let's see if he can squash that basketball player stereotype.

Oh, and I lost the bet. It was the Chiefs! The best bet I've ever lost.