The Muller

This guy has the biggest balls ever. He's on a date. A date, yes, with a girl. Yet, he still manages to approach, converse and engage with my girlfriends and I while his date is waiting for him back at their table. Balls? God yes! Big huge ones. I've found most guys in Seattle to be unapproaching and shy. They'll look alright. Some will talk to you. Most will never ask for your number (that has to be my next post for sure).

So, 'The Muller' as he's now termed, has invited us to meet him next week at the same bar with a couple of his friends. I guess his date wasn't his girlfriend... or so I hope. It will be interesting. He's already called to find out what we're up to this weekend. Hmm. I guess that family reunion way out on the island was just a ploy to maintain a good boy next door standing. I'm looking forward to finding out what the Muller has to offer.