a wolf slid me his number yesterday.
i had spoken to him on the phone at work and he sounded cute.
like,
really cute.
usually,
that is not the case with some males on the phone.
anyway,
the part that got me was when he said…

“well i’ll see you when i get there mr. jamari.”

oh!
oh ok,
well,
i can’t wait to see you too…

he said he would be at my job on 2 hours.
when he showed up:

Foxhole,
he was really handsome.

short wolf king; who dis?
i couldn’t tell if he had bawdy but his eyes?
his eyes were piercing.
from the last name,
i think he was rican but i’m not sure.

when he got in,
he greeted me as “mr. jamari” but he said it low that only i could hear.
another thing i noticed?

what appeared to be a wedding band on his finger.

it was a wedding band or a gold ring pop.
either way,
i directed him on where he needed to go.
all smiles as i was helping him.
when he got what he needed,
he came back to my desk and we chatted for a bit.
didn’t ask about the gold ring pop but:

he has a main day job but he does real estate on the side.

bingo.
that was my opening.

“so i’m currently looking for a new spot and i’m new to this area.
maybe i could pick your brain for any suggestions?”

“sure,
take my number.”

i texted him last night,
around 8pm,
just letting him know it was nice meeting him and blah blah blah.
nothing too crazy for the first text.

nothing.
silence.

it was his number because it was the same one he called my job from.
i’m not holding out hope for this one.
for all i know:

he could be a married father of 5,
with an stressed out wife,
who suspects her wolf with the nice eyes cheats.

if that is the story:

may that kind of lust/love not find me.