The One Where She Takes Forever to Get to the Point
Background information:
Usually my Wednesday nights consist of teaching a jazzercise class, a personal training session, going home, showering, eating dinner and getting in bed by 9pm. I'm a creature of habit, what can I say?
Saturday night I went out to the local bar I always talk about with a couple of my friends. We had a great time, I flirted with a couple guys, actually bought one of them a shot (I'm trying to be... you know...COOL) and gave one of them my number. At the end of the night and a few drinks later one of my friends drove me the 100 yards home and I passed out- - in my clothes. Standard procedure. (Actually, that's not true, I've only EVER fallen asleep in my clothes ONE other time, so that part? Notsostandard).
Well, when I drink I tend to talk a big game. I ALWAYS over-promise and (grossly) under-deliver. If you ask me to be your best friend, I'll say SURE! (even if I actually hate you.) Ask to meet the next night for a drink- - absolutely! (even if I have NO intention of actually going.) Hey, it sounds good at the time, okay?
So, when this guy, we'll call him A. Asks me if I want to hang out after closing, I'm all- - "yea, that would be fun, just let me run home and get a few things..." (remember, I basically live next door so this is not so weird, but it's a little weird, I get it. I was DRINKING, ALRIGHT?!?) I head home and, as we know, go straight to bed. I don't wake up until 6am with about 8 missed calls- - 6 from various friends and 2 from A. I feel a little bad because he is unfamiliar with my "big game talk" and probably thinks that I'm really rude so, I did what you all would do, I called him back at 6am. AND. HE. ANSWERED. I thought that I could just leave a message but... that? Was not the case. I apologized for not answering the night before, explained that I went straight to bed and that really, if we ever see each other at a bar again and it's after 10pm he should probably COUNT on the fact that I'll be going home and straight to bed. (Of course, I said it in a much funnier way to him and impressed him with my quick wit and charm.) And then I hung up as quickly as possible.
My phone rings at 11:30am Sunday morning with his number again. I was very busy sewing my quilt so I didn't answer and wanted him to leave a message any because I couldn't exactly remember his name... (yea, the drinking.) Well, he leaves a message but doesn't SAY HIS NAME. (For all of you out there- - SAY YOUR NAME WHEN YOU LEAVE A MESSAGE. LIKE THIS: "HI, IT'S SCOTT, blah blah blah, or HEY, It"S TIM, blah blah blah- - OKAY?!?) I finished sewing at 1 and figured that I would call him back, I mean, I have nothing to lose. So, I called him, talked for a couple of minutes and as we were hanging up he asked if I wanted to maybe meet up for a drink later in the week. I figured, what the heck- - and said sure, call me.
So... all day Sunday I try to remember his name, called my friends I was out with to see if they remembered, and regaled my parents and sisters with stories from the night. (see, you don't know this about me, but I am a very. funny. drunk. Really. By the end of the night I usually have the girls wishing they were my best friends and the guys wishing I was their girlfriend. Oh, and I'm modest too.) And of course, all Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday they're all, "When is he gonna call? Do you think he's going to call you? Are you going to go out if he does?" And I told them each time, "You guys, we talked Sunday afternoon. He said later in the week. I'm sure he's going to call me Wednesday night to make plans for Friday or Saturday. Really." Then I would roll my eyes like, PUH-LEASE, don't you PEOPLE have ANY idea how the dating world works because I? Amveryfamiliarwithit. (HA.)
Wednesday night rolls around and I was talking with my friend at Jazzercise and just explained to HER that he would probably call tonight when- - you're never going to believe it- - my phone rang and it. was. him. (God, I am SO good. Please take a moment and clap quietly. Thanks.) I let him leave a message because I was still waiting for confirmation on the NAME. I finished up at Jazz, and listened to the message (his name was what I THOUGHT it was). He was out for a bite to eat and wanted to know if I would like to meet up for a beer later. (okay, so I ALMOST had the plan right.) Well, it was already 7:45pm and if you were paying attention, that only gives me 1 hour and 45 minutes to shower, eat, and have a drink (if I'm going to) to still be in bed by 9.
I called him on my way home, he didn't answer, so I just left a message. Went home, got in the shower, he called back, I called him back... yadda yadda yadda... I told him I would meet him for a drink around 8:30 at the bar near my house.
I got there around 8:10 because I wanted to be there first and get the seats, I wanted and to see who else was there and I wanted to buy my own drink before he got there to completely alleviate any, "I'll buy you a drink" stuff. (I'm crazy, I know.) So I had an almost full beer and great seats when he walked in and joined me. We chatted, talked about Saturday night, our jobs, and one of my friends came in so we visited with her too. An hour and a half (and three beers) later I headed home (I had 6am Jazz today!), thanked him for the drinks (he bought the last two) and said that I would talk to him later.
Overall? It was a pretty good... he's 33 (a little old for me, but whatever...), an aircraft technician, and seems nice enough. I don't see it going anywhere, but that's not really what I'm looking for, so? For right now? It's fine.
And...I have (semi, kind-of) dates tonight, Friday night and Saturday night... so...we'll see what happens. :)
Usually my Wednesday nights consist of teaching a jazzercise class, a personal training session, going home, showering, eating dinner and getting in bed by 9pm. I'm a creature of habit, what can I say?
Saturday night I went out to the local bar I always talk about with a couple of my friends. We had a great time, I flirted with a couple guys, actually bought one of them a shot (I'm trying to be... you know...COOL) and gave one of them my number. At the end of the night and a few drinks later one of my friends drove me the 100 yards home and I passed out- - in my clothes. Standard procedure. (Actually, that's not true, I've only EVER fallen asleep in my clothes ONE other time, so that part? Notsostandard).
Well, when I drink I tend to talk a big game. I ALWAYS over-promise and (grossly) under-deliver. If you ask me to be your best friend, I'll say SURE! (even if I actually hate you.) Ask to meet the next night for a drink- - absolutely! (even if I have NO intention of actually going.) Hey, it sounds good at the time, okay?
So, when this guy, we'll call him A. Asks me if I want to hang out after closing, I'm all- - "yea, that would be fun, just let me run home and get a few things..." (remember, I basically live next door so this is not so weird, but it's a little weird, I get it. I was DRINKING, ALRIGHT?!?) I head home and, as we know, go straight to bed. I don't wake up until 6am with about 8 missed calls- - 6 from various friends and 2 from A. I feel a little bad because he is unfamiliar with my "big game talk" and probably thinks that I'm really rude so, I did what you all would do, I called him back at 6am. AND. HE. ANSWERED. I thought that I could just leave a message but... that? Was not the case. I apologized for not answering the night before, explained that I went straight to bed and that really, if we ever see each other at a bar again and it's after 10pm he should probably COUNT on the fact that I'll be going home and straight to bed. (Of course, I said it in a much funnier way to him and impressed him with my quick wit and charm.) And then I hung up as quickly as possible.
My phone rings at 11:30am Sunday morning with his number again. I was very busy sewing my quilt so I didn't answer and wanted him to leave a message any because I couldn't exactly remember his name... (yea, the drinking.) Well, he leaves a message but doesn't SAY HIS NAME. (For all of you out there- - SAY YOUR NAME WHEN YOU LEAVE A MESSAGE. LIKE THIS: "HI, IT'S SCOTT, blah blah blah, or HEY, It"S TIM, blah blah blah- - OKAY?!?) I finished sewing at 1 and figured that I would call him back, I mean, I have nothing to lose. So, I called him, talked for a couple of minutes and as we were hanging up he asked if I wanted to maybe meet up for a drink later in the week. I figured, what the heck- - and said sure, call me.
So... all day Sunday I try to remember his name, called my friends I was out with to see if they remembered, and regaled my parents and sisters with stories from the night. (see, you don't know this about me, but I am a very. funny. drunk. Really. By the end of the night I usually have the girls wishing they were my best friends and the guys wishing I was their girlfriend. Oh, and I'm modest too.) And of course, all Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday they're all, "When is he gonna call? Do you think he's going to call you? Are you going to go out if he does?" And I told them each time, "You guys, we talked Sunday afternoon. He said later in the week. I'm sure he's going to call me Wednesday night to make plans for Friday or Saturday. Really." Then I would roll my eyes like, PUH-LEASE, don't you PEOPLE have ANY idea how the dating world works because I? Amveryfamiliarwithit. (HA.)
Wednesday night rolls around and I was talking with my friend at Jazzercise and just explained to HER that he would probably call tonight when- - you're never going to believe it- - my phone rang and it. was. him. (God, I am SO good. Please take a moment and clap quietly. Thanks.) I let him leave a message because I was still waiting for confirmation on the NAME. I finished up at Jazz, and listened to the message (his name was what I THOUGHT it was). He was out for a bite to eat and wanted to know if I would like to meet up for a beer later. (okay, so I ALMOST had the plan right.) Well, it was already 7:45pm and if you were paying attention, that only gives me 1 hour and 45 minutes to shower, eat, and have a drink (if I'm going to) to still be in bed by 9.
I called him on my way home, he didn't answer, so I just left a message. Went home, got in the shower, he called back, I called him back... yadda yadda yadda... I told him I would meet him for a drink around 8:30 at the bar near my house.
I got there around 8:10 because I wanted to be there first and get the seats, I wanted and to see who else was there and I wanted to buy my own drink before he got there to completely alleviate any, "I'll buy you a drink" stuff. (I'm crazy, I know.) So I had an almost full beer and great seats when he walked in and joined me. We chatted, talked about Saturday night, our jobs, and one of my friends came in so we visited with her too. An hour and a half (and three beers) later I headed home (I had 6am Jazz today!), thanked him for the drinks (he bought the last two) and said that I would talk to him later.
Overall? It was a pretty good... he's 33 (a little old for me, but whatever...), an aircraft technician, and seems nice enough. I don't see it going anywhere, but that's not really what I'm looking for, so? For right now? It's fine.
And...I have (semi, kind-of) dates tonight, Friday night and Saturday night... so...we'll see what happens. :)
posted by P in VT at 8:15 AM
5 Comments:
Shut up - I have a date on Friday TOO!!! Er, with my television.
Glad to hear (a) you had fun and (b) you figured out his name. Nothing worse than spending the night saying 'hey you' to the guy buying your drinks.
I read that entire post and I am still not sure what it was about.
Good for you! He sounds like a great guy. Paige Jennifer - I can't believe you stole my date for Friday night.
Good for you! Just have to get back out on the saddle, you know? Can't wait to hear about your dates!
haha i'm so glad you figured out his name AND had a good time with him. Boys that are there for good times are what you need right now. I hope you are doing okay with everything else. Thanks for all of the support you have given me. We can do this together!
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