First published in the Santa Barbara Sentinel under the pen name, Elizabeth Rose in November 2015.Ā Chris is known as “Jason” in the I Heart columns.
I was in my office, tapping on the keyboard not nearly as fast as my mind was racing when I heard someone enter the doors of theĀ Santa BarbaraĀ Sentinel.Ā
Voices in the front room were nothing new.Ā People came by all the time.
But my ears piqued when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
Before I knew it, a maleās voice rose from behind.
āAre you Elizabeth?ā
I turned around to find a strikingly handsome man (read: the hottest dude Iāve ever seen in real life) standing in my doorway.
My eyes grew wide as I stood to meet him.
āWhy, yes. Iām Elizabeth.ā
Hell yes, Iām whoever you want me to be!Ā
His name is Jason and he stopped by to see his friend/the publisher of the paper who heās known since pre-school. But since his friend/publisher was out running an errand, this fine young gentleman was killinā time talkinā to me.
Kill all the time you want. Is that door frame youāre leaning on comfortable?
I tried to pay attention to our conversation, but I was too busy checking him out to make sense of the words coming from his gorgeous mouth.
I just stayed focused, pumping myself up to flirt with a man who, a year earlier, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to. Thankfully, this column forced me into the dating scene, and after a year of dating and writing about men from all walks of life, I was ready for the big guns.
Enter: Jason.
His name is the only thing I remembered from our short conversation. After a few minutes of some serious eye contact, Jason left to wait outside.
I tried to bring my focus back to the article, but I kept thinking of a way for us to connect again. He had left, and I wasnāt going to run after him.Ā
I had a deadline, after all.
Five minutes later, his friend/publisher came back to say heās leaving for the day. He hadnāt seen Jason in almost four years. Bro, time was needed.Ā
āNo problem,ā I said. āWellā¦have fun with yourĀ superācuteĀ friend!ā
āYou should ask him out! He would totally say yes,ā he said, turning to leave. āBut heās leaving tomorrow, soā¦ā
āOk,ā I said, waving my hand in the air as if to say, no biggie. āThanks for the green light anyway!āĀ
Now, where was Iā¦
I finishedĀ the column then packed up for the day, hoping Jason might still be outside. But as I took one last look around the parking lot before getting into in my car, I shrugged. No hot dude. Guess it wasnāt meant to be.
Seconds later, as I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw two figures walking toward me.
Itās him! Holy shit!Ā
My hands shook as I pressed the button to roll down the window.
Be cool. Be coolā¦
Me: āHi, again! It was so nice to meet you.ā
Jason: āIt was great to meet you, too!ā
His friend/publisher walked away from this awkward scene. Thank God.
āI heard youāre leaving tomorrow?ā
āNo, actually Iāll be here for several more days.ā
Ask him out! Just do it!
āReally? So, would you like to go to lunch sometime before you leave?ā
āAbsolutely!ā
āGreat! Iāll get your number and give you a shout.ā
āSounds perfect.ā
I gave my best flirty-yet-casual wave and drove away with a stupid grin on my face.
I was proud I asked him out ā Why wait for the guy? (Ok, yes, I admit itās easier when his friend gives you the green light AND you have a deadline.)
But, I figured if heād said no or the date were a total bust, Iād still win: I’d a good story for the next column, plus he was returning home to Washington in a few days never to be seen again.
No. Pressure.
Little did I know, it wasnāt going to be that easy…