Wesley Matthews

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“Good. I’m sure I’ll love whatever you pick out for me.” Her shoulders raised as she giggled. Anyone listening on their conversation would probably be very confused right now. But she didn’t care. It was nice to have carefree conversation without her looking over her shoulder. But she had to remember that she’s home and no one knows her side job in San Francisco. “All the clichés that could happen will happen and I think I just find it pleasurable.” Giggling again, she shook her head. “No, my mother is anything but harmless… Okay, maybe a little harmless, but once she sets her mind at something she’s going to do it.” It didn’t escape her that he mentioned a next time. Honestly, she looked forward to it. Now she definitely want it to happen. She bit back a groan, her mother was seriously getting the best cupcake. “So..” She didn’t want her conversation to end, but they weren’t any excuses she could come up with. “Where is my mother?”

“Time will tell.” He joked with another life. It had barely even occurred to him that there were many people surrounding them who could think their conversation was crazy. He was just enjoying himself. “Who doesn’t love a good cliché every once in a while? It makes life go by a little easier. Plus, they’re fun.” He chuckled. It was been a long time since Wesley had probably talked to anyone like this, let alone an attractive women. With Samantha, even knowing her for the five minutes he did, it came with ease. At the mention of her mom, he laughed again before looking around. “Wow...She really did do you dirty.”

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“Oh god, I can imagine it now.” Which was true. Her mother was a constant staple in any relationship she has had. You can avoid her all you want, but she’ll appear regardless. Mock horror passed by her face at the thought. She quickly changed it to a smile. Maybe it wasn’t so bad her mother meddled this time. Wes was definitely easy enough to talk to.

“Surprise me? Princess Cut,  Asscher Cut or a Radiant Cut. At one point I have had someone ask me that very same question that got me seriously thinking.” Samantha flashed him a smile. “Don’t tell anyone but those movies are my guilty pleasure. They’re so bad that it’s good.” Giggling, she didn’t noticed that the line moved at all. It was their turn at the register. “…and two coffee please.” She said finishing their order. “Coffee’s my treat, I still feel bad that my mother put you up for this. I love the conversation, but I’m a little guilty.”

“Alright, you’ve given me a few ideas.” He smirked before nodding of understanding at the words she said. “I was at that point before. Asking the questions. It’s definitely made me thinking more about rings then I thought I ever would.” He chuckled at the thought, surprised it was in a positive light. “Oh-I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep mine. My mom got me hooked. I still watched Hallmark Christmas movies all year round. You know what’s going to happen the whole time, but you have to watch it still.” He couldn’t help but be rather surprised at how well the two instantly clicked he was halfway through pulling out his walled to pay until it was already done. He nodded at the girl and chuckled a bit. “Really, your mom’s harmless. There’s no worries-but next time it’s on me.” He insisted and put his wallet away.

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“Good, cause if I was marrying you I’d like you to get along with my mother.” Samantha said with a straight face. After a pause however she couldn’t help but smile again. “Again, I apologize for my mother, I’ll keep her away as much as I can. Though I’m pretty sure, she’ll manage to get out of my grasp and meddle. She blames it on her old age, but lemme tell you, she’s not that old as she claims to be.”

Samantha laughed, placing a hand on his arm as she almost doubled over. “Well, if you are, my ring size is a seven. Depending on the ring of course. You better go down on one knee. I’m a romantic that way. Although my mother might faint at that.” Biting her bottom lip, she looked at the menu and thought to herself if she should get coffee as well. “Huh, interesting. Do you just take it black then? Or do people these days take their coffee with bells and whistles?”

The sound of her laughter only made Wes laugh himself. It was contagious. He liked her laugh. He liked it so much more then he would ever have anticipated. “Something tells me as much as you try, she’ll try to keep getting involved.” He joked. He- did find it amusing, but a part of him was internally thankful for her mother introducing them.   “Size seven. noted. But the real thing I need to know is preference of diamond cut. When the real moment happens, I’ll make sure its unforgettable one. I blame my mother for all of the Hallmark movies growing up.” He couldn’t help but smile while talking to her. “I like a bit of cream and sugar. Between us, though, sometimes bells and whistles are okay too.”

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“Yeah, I mean I try not to be so far away from home but…” Her mother seemed like a word that hung in the air. She didn’t think of it as an insult to her own mother, but the woman can be a bit… passionate about her and her siblings getting married. Sam thought that while her mother wants the best for her and would like to see her happy, she felt a bit suffocated only because she’s hardly been home yet and she’s being pushed to the first single man her mother saw.

Not that there’s anything wrong with her mother making her meet Wes. In fact, she just might thank her mother. He was easy on the eyes and it surprised her that he would be single. Of course her mother would never set her up with a man spoken for. Surely women (and men) have been eyeing him already. “I know, but still… I feel bad that she had to wave you over. But thank you for being polite enough to humor her.” She flashed him a bright smile. “At least she’s going to, like, slow down for a bit with the referrals. I think the next person she’s setting me up with is my next door neighbor. As much as I love my mother, her gaydar is not the best.”

“Please don’t say that. My mother might be going online to be an ordained minister license right now. Do you have a ring ready?” Sam laughed softly. “I wouldn’t be surprised to be honest.” Her laugh died down as she looked around for her mother - who was nowhere to be found. Chuckling to herself, she tilted her head, “I’ve been gone for long time, is this still the best place to get a cup of coffee?”

“I’ve known your mom a few years now, and I’ve learned not to let her surprise me at this point.” He was able to say with a soft smile. “I find it amusing, to be honest. She probably cares more about me meeting someone then I have in a long time, even with her reasons behind it.”

At the mention of Mrs.Rosenbaums gaydar and the marriage jokes, Wes coulding help but let another chuckle escape him and he shook his head knowingly. “Damn, I knew I should’ve gone to the jewelry store before I got here. Maybe the next time she gets us to bump into each other I’ll be better prepared.” He joked himself. When he followed her eyes to see the women mother was gone, her shook his head again. Classic.  “I definitely thing this is the best coffee in town. I wouldn’t be able to get through a lot of days without it.” He replied before looking at her. 

“Oh nothing, just that we’re here to grab some cupcakes for our dessert later.” Mrs. Rosenburg smiled cheekily, “Have you met my daughter Samantha?” A not so subtle elbow to her rubs made Sam turn around and blinked. Okay, so this guy is hot. And her mother is going to embarrass her in front of a cute guy. “Hi.” Sam said offering a hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you… Wes, right?”

“She just came home from San Francisco. Too bad she didn’t bring a man with her.” From her tone, Sam could definitely say that her mother was anything but disappointed that she didn’t bring home a guy — especially in front of Wes. To her surprise (or the lack thereof) Her mother craned her neck towards the exit. “Oh! I think I see my friend outside. Sam be a dear and order those desserts for us and I’ll be right back.” Before she could even disagree, the force of nature that is her mother has disappeared.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She couldn’t help but give him an embarrassed smile. “My mom… well, she can be… you know.” Shrugging helplessly, she looked and saw that they were almost at the register. ”You here for coffee?”

“Sounds nice.” He kindly responds as the younger woman turn around and their eyes met. “I can’t say I have-no.” He replied, following suit and extending his arm out to her. “Hi, that’s me. Nice to meet you too and put a face to the name” Her electric blue eyes were mesmerizing to him, and he could’ve gotten lost in them if it weren’t for her mother making things stange. He knew exactly what the older women was trying to do. But he refused to let it phase him. At least- he tried to.

“San Fransico? That sounds nice.” He notes, choosing to ignore the mention of her not bringing a guy home. It surprised him she hadn’t brought anyone home- Look at her. He just figured it wasn’t appropriate to talk about. His eyebrow quirked at the older woman as she tried to swiftly leave the two younger adults. He looked between the women before slightly laughing to himself. Oh course she did.

At the apology Samantha tried to make, Wesley quickly shook his head with amusement. “I definitely know your mom enough to understand what she’s trying to do. You don’t need to apologize.” He chuckled. “If I’m being honest, I’m surprised she didn’t try to marry us here and now.”  He looked up at the menu and nodded at the womens question. “Coffee’s the plan.” 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

There’s more in my fridge, for a single and ready to mingle night with me. Enjoy the very best gift for Valentine’s ever: your best friend, alcohol and your best friend drunk. There’s also a lot of chips, I bought a couple too many bags. Love ya, loser.

83. Who was your first kiss with?

“A girl I had a crush on in 7th grade.”

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

“Ha- yes. I had a grade school crush. I’m still embarrassed.”

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

“No...not that you need to know that..”

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

“I honestly couldn’t tell you..”

43. How long was your longest relationship?

“Two years, maybe? It was in high school. So, I think about two years.”

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

“Not very many. Maybe three?”