Some of my girlfriends ask about some of the hangovers who affected me the most, especially in between any current dating fiascos.
“Have you heard from that pervert Jekyll” or “Did Rescue ever get that divorce” are just a few inquiries received in the last two weeks. Just a few days ago someone else asked whatever happened to Special Agent and if he was still on my delete list? Actually, he is not.
He is definitely on the wall of shame for hangovers, but I were to use an extreme analogy to compare him to some of the others, I would say SA was guilty of committing several infractions versus any felonies.
Yes, he has been reinstated as a friend.
I know you may be wondering when I will discontinue any recycling some of these me, but it depends. To be honest, their actions may not be all that bad but I just have an extremely short fuse when it comes to senseless actions. It’s quite simple – I like this one, I mean really.
Many (more like nearly all) of the others have been programmed as NOPE in my phone, been blocked from Facebook and have email addresses stored as Spam. A few are so disgusting to me that I wouldn’t spit on if they were engulfed in a ball of fire, and then there are those such as SA, who have a little something that makes me agreeable to maintaining contact.
If you recall, SA tore his ass once again because he and I were supposed to have spent a weekend together a few months ago. Without rehashing how often he reminds me why HE is single, how he only has a few priorities in life and how I was not one of them, you can read about what happened in previous posts.
He felt the wrath of Carmen one good time with my “Why the hell do you think actions like that are acceptable” speech and readily admitted that I had good reason for being upset, disappointed that he didn’t think to just pick up the phone and call.
I’m thinking he’s either messed up friendships like ours before or figured out the best way to handle me afterwards, because he made just the right amount of contact with following that day. Gradually, my annoyance with him eased up and we agreed that if anything, being friends is something we could manage.
There are no expectations for SA and none from me; if our schedules allow a visit or an outing, so be it but gone are the “let’s try” this dating thing and see what happens. He is on a dating web site, so am I.
We shoot the shit via text message and might have an occasional conversation, even being comfy enough to swap horror pictures and stories from people online. It’s an interesting situation because in the depths of my mind (buried under all of the shit he has NOT done right) are some thoughts like “Maybe” but that’s about as far as I’m willing to think about him.
During one of our conversations a few weeks ago, SA mentioned that he was planning a “ManCation” with his boys in LA for his birthday. I hadn’t seen him since October of last year and even though the weekend of his visit would be a busy one, I agreed to make every effort to meet up with him, even if only for a short time.
Surprise, surprise! SA actually made the drive and arrived as scheduled to his destination.
Isn’t it amazing how plans fall into place when you REALLY want to do something or see something?
After his Daddy and Me bonding day at the amusement park had come to an end, I told SA that I was on my way to meet up with him and even on this froends only kick, I was nervous.
For any one who has ever been involved with someone and actually given a shit, meeting their children is nerve racking! Those little buggers can be judgmental, you have to worry about any possible reports back to the other parent and even more, the person is likely checking out how you interact with their children.
I know I said the whole “no expectations” and “just friends” spill, but still – meeting kids is a big deal no matter how you dress it up.
One thing is for sure, there wouldn’t be any hanky panky with the kids around, so as I was walking through Universal City Walk on my way to the restaurant, I was relaxed and really looking forward to seeing SA.
I chuckled to myself thinking of his text earlier that day saying “Don’t try to cancel on me either”. I’m not the flaky one in this situation, so it’s comical to know this is what he was wondering.
So now it’s showtime and I see him walking towards me as I’m going inside. He’s looking pretty cute even in his casual shorts (showing off some great legs), baseball cap and glasses and greets me with a warm hug.
Yep, I was mildly aroused.
As we’re walking towards the table he casually mentions “My father is here as well to celebrate my birthday and…”.
Everything else that came out of SA’s mouth was a blur. Damn, my mind was suddenly on overload, like def con level ten as I arrive at the table to sit across from his children and a parent!
To say that I was nervous would be an understatement, and once the formalities of introductions were over I jokingly whispered in SA’s ear how much I wanted to ram the steak knife into his thigh for not having warned me of this additional family member. Talk about being under pressure!!
How is my hair? Are my breasts peeking through this blouse? Do the kids think I’m pretty? Is the father judging my choice of beverage? Are they all judging me drinking alcohol? Is the one son thinking how he’s going to tell his mother about daddy’s friend? Will they like me? Should I stop having any side bar discussions?
These were just a few things running through my mind as I tried not to knock anything over. Why the hell was I so nervous? I guess I somehow felt like this dinner table scene was more like an audition.
Whether we are friends or not, sitting there was like a high stakes poker game. But fortunately, everything was going well as we enjoyed each other’s company. Sitting next to him and engaging in a little touchy feely play underneath the table while watching how he interacted with his boys was nice.
Observing the two different personalities of his children, while noting the calm and peaceful demeanor of his father; Giggling and racing for the camera as SA was being put on the spot by the restaurant staff as they belted out the annoyingly loud birthday song.
Watching the expressions of sheer joy, seeing him happy.
This was a side of this man that I always wondered about and appreciated the fact that he had asked me to be a part of his special day.
While I would be a fool to get my hopes up that this meeting was anything more, I can’t help but wonder. Realizing that some people tend to be very loose and liberal when it comes to introducing their children to possible love interests, this encounter may not seem like anything major. SA and I aren’t like that at all, and both agreed a long time ago that “randoms” or “casuals” are not suitable for any meet and greet sessions. So to me, this must mean I’m thought of as a good friend of nothing more.
I’m happy to say that the night ended very well. SA walked me to valet to retrieve my car, thanked me for coming out to where he was and sealed his words with a hug and a kiss. A plan was put in place to see each other again soon.
I’m packing an overnight back as I write.
No expectations, but I’ll certainly enjoy the moments.
Until there’s a cure for the hangovers…
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