sporto

sporto's nickname was first mr. competitive. but when my friend agnes read this, she said she had an instant mental picture of emilio estevez in the breakfast club, pulling on his sweatshirt hood strings, and judd nelson calling him "sporto". so shout out to agnes, mr. competitive is renamed.

he claims to be a real “guy’s guy”. he likes sports…a lot. i know what you’re thinking. “melissa, what are you doing? this is not your type?” but sporto is easily the BEST emailer ever. he is a fantastic writer, creative, imaginative and hilarious. i have to give him a chance.

he calls me on friday, after my plans for the evening have fallen through and i am already in my comfy pants and feeling lazy. i’m settling in for a nice night catching up on the tivo and probably falling asleep on the couch after a long work week. somehow he convinces me to meet him for a late dinner, even though i am not feeling at my cutest. we go to a cool restaurant in southeast portland. it’s a great place, and we have delicious food and good drinks at the bar. the bartender is personable and attentive. sporto is funny, kind, intelligent and a gentleman. but he is most definitely not my usual type. i mean, he’s into sports!

update...this just in
sporto sends me a text saying “you’ve got mail,” and i’m excited to get home and check my email. and now i’m smiling – sweet email, and he wants to see me again. this story is definitely not yet finished.