I was hungry and wanted something different so I stopped in Anna's. I've seen it so many times but never stopped. Until today - I wanted something different. Plus I like supporting gay owned and ran businesses in my city.
I was seated by a nice girl in a mostly empty restaurant. But it wasn't even 1130:AM yet so I enjoyed the quiet, waiting for the lunch rush to start. I was so thirsty. Where is my server?!? I looked through the menu and had enough time to figure out what I wanted before I even had my water. This server's tip was getting smaller and smaller with each passing minute.
"Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?" I heard someone ask. He didn't even tell me his name, I thought. I looked up and was stopped in my tracks. There stood an incredibly attractive guy: tall middle eastern guy, around my age, dark brown hair, olive skin, deep brown eyes and a scruffy dimpled smile. His name tag read 'Yousef'.
I ordered a lunch and when Yousef brought it back he apologized.
"Sorry for taking so long earlier" he said setting down my plate. "I got called in last minute and I'm a little flustered."
"No worries" I replied. "But it's not too busy right now."
"Oh no. It's not that" he admitted. "They always sit the hottest guys at my table because they enjoy seeing me get all flustered."
I looked at him strangely.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
"They put hot guys at my tables knowing I'll get all shy and flummoxed" he said pouring me more water. "They get a kick out of seeing me all nervous."
"I'm...your only table..." I said.
"You are" he said with a wink.
"I'm not sure if you're serious or trying for a bigger tip" I replied.
"Can't it be both?" he asked turning and walked away with a smile.
He came back a couple minutes later. "Everything good?" he asked with a 'thumbs up'.
I decided to test him. He was cute after all so why not?
"Well, not everything" I said looking concerned.
"Oh? You missing something?" he asked, looking concerned.
"I am" I said looking around seemingly lost. "I can't seem to find your phone number anywhere!"
He cocked his head to the side looking at me, smiled and pulled out a pen. He scribbled something down on a napkin and handed it to me.
"You're not the first guy to ask for my number but, if you call it, you'll be the first to use it" he said with a smile. "I get off around six!"
Six o'clock rolled around so I texted him - a further test as it were.
"Hey Yousef this is Tom from lunch sending you a message since you said no one has so far" SEND
I jumped in the shower and when I got out, I had a message. From Yousef.
"Hi Tom. Its Yousef. Thanks for the message. Want to hang out later?"
I was taken aback somewhat but curious. And he was a cute guy so I replied with a YES. The texting lasted back and forth for several minutes until we ironed out the details: we were to meet at the restaurant tomorrow night.
The next day I did my errands like normal, jumped in the shower, did some trimming where necessary, showered but decided not to shave as I like the scruffy-but-clean look. I arrived ten to fifteen minutes early and Yousef was already there at a table. He looked down right sexy! He received a hair cut, was clean shaven and dressed quite nicely.
"Hi" I said as I arrived at the table. He stood up and knocked over the salt shaker. He was kind of awkward which added to his charm.
"Hi...Tom. Sorry, I'm a little nervous" he said as he fixed the salt shaker.
"Don't worry. Relax. It's just a date not an interview" I said. He sighed and smile a smile that made my cock twitch.
We made small talk and he relaxed more as the night went on. His mom is Turkish and his dad was English, which explained his exotic look. I made note of his hairy arms and hair sticking up from his collar of his shirt. There was flirting between us, which I enjoyed. Eventually, the conversation turned to the rest of the evening.
"I live not too far away. We can go back and watch some TV...if you want" he offered. I was so down for that so I agreed and followed him to his place. He put in the code and I parked next to him. Walking in, I noticed he was well over six feet tall, relatively narrow waist and a nice ass.
We sat down and watched some television. I noticed a picture on the end table of him and a guy that looked a lot like me.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"That's my ex."
I asked about him, which is not good etiquette for date-at-his-place, but I was curious.
"That's Amir. We dated for a few months but he got in to pot and that's not for me" he answered.