the party and the aftermath

i knew it was gonna be risky with having both bob and vegas at the single’s party. 

i’ve ignored vegas’s advances for about a year, but good things are worth waiting for.  we are having SO much fun.  he makes me laugh, he is charming, he is sweet and i feel like he really wants to be with me.  we have grown to be pretty close friends in the last year, and i trust him.  i love the way he talks about his family, i love the way he looks at me. i love the way he pulls me to him and holds the side of my face when he kisses me.  it blows my mind that two weeks ago, i didn’t see this coming at all.  i’ve been totally blind-sided.  and it is awesome.

well, i was excited to pretend to ignore vegas during the party.  we talked about it and decided that is was best to not “come out” with the info just yet.  especially to casual friends.  vegas was texting me throughout the party and was very sweet.  he pulled me into the kitchen when no one else was there, he pretended to be getting something from the fridge and kissed me under the cover of the door.  we had a series of covert making out sessions during the party and it was pretty hot.  i was definitely looking forward to him staying after the party.  we had talked about it, he was gonna stay, he had the parking pass already in his car. 

the exit strategy was perfect, at midnight, they start towing so everyone had to leave.  party started at 7, and i asked ophelia if she would initiate the leaving at 1030.  most people didn’t have the day off, so, i figured they would all wanna be out of here around that time anyway. 

the sangria was crucial.  i mixed 4 bottles of champagne with brandy and vodka, added grapefruit, tangerine, lime and a lite beer.  i froze half a tangerine, grapes and limes so it would keep the sangria cold, so i didn’t have to dilute it with ice cubes.  it was amazing.  anyway, after i got the food out, i relaxed a bit, had two glasses of sangria, and i was feeling great.  then i had a few beers…and i was no longer sober.

people were leaving, the texts from vegas got more and more detailed and suggestive.  i was having a great time.  before i know it, just vegas, bob and i remain.  awkward.  hmmm.  while bob is in the bathroom, vegas says to me that “bob is gonna try and stay” and i say “there is no way that he could think that is an option.”  ugh.

i am very tipsy, and notice that it is 1155, omg.  and i say “oh, geez, you guys have to go.  they start towing at midnight.”  bob and vegas both leave, but vegas just drives around and comes back.  awesome.  bob calls me at 1205, but i am already “busy” with vegas, and i don’t see that he’s called. 

when i check my phone in the morning, i see another missed call from bob and a text an hour later that says “goodnight drunk miranda.”  ha.  fair enough.

well then he calls the next day.  and he asks did i really “want him to leave.”  ugh.  and i say “i wanted everyone to leave, it was late, i was drunk, it was time.”  and he says “well, am i gonna see you wednesday, or are you gonna be out with your boyfriend?” and i say “i don’t have a boyfriend.” and he says ” well, one of your boys then.”  and i say “you don’t have to say it like that, i’m allowed to have ‘boys’ if i don’t have a ‘boyfriend.’” and he says “i know.” 

then i say “i don’t really feel like chatting, i’ll talk to you later.”  and i can tell he is upset about it, but wtf, what is wrong with him?  really?  really? 

he sends me a text a bit later that says “btw, your dog is the cutest ever.” 

i reply “i know.  i’m sorry i didn’t feel like chatting earlier.  i guess i don’t know what you want from me.”

and he says back “i wasn’t expecting to stay the night with you, i just felt like i was all of a sudden in the way and keeping you from vegas.” 

ugh.

i said “they start towing at midnight.”  that is all i wrote.  i didn’t want to confirm or deny any suggestion he was offering.

and he says “you said that already.”  and resumes easy comfortable chat about football and whatnot.

thank goodness.

and in the meantime all i can think about is vegas.  he is in my head and i am so glad he pushed bob out.

vegas

i’ve known vegas for almost a year now, and nothing has progressed until recently.

so, vegas got my number from wesley.  i never gave it to him, but he never asked either.  vegas wanted to meet up with us for wesley’s birthday and i was doing the planning.  i chastised brad for giving out my number, i would never give a friend’s number out without their permission…but anyway, that is how he got my number and from that incident spawned a gross amount of texts.

we flirt, text each other and email probably at least 10 times a day.  every day.  we talk about the people we are dating…i actually give his girls nicknames too.  he is currently juggling “the barber” and “piper.” 

mostly we make fun of each other, but there is always a flirty tone.  he says things like “can i say yes to you?” and when i was sick, he offered to bring me soup and i said “ugh, no, i am a mess and sound like an 80 year old man with emphysema”  and he says “that is what i’m into!  hot!”  he is really funny, and i enjoy his company.

we do this texting/emailing thing exclusively.  he never calls me, i never call him.  well the first time he called when he was in vegas with 3 of his buddies and it was memorial day weekend.  he actually said “come with me” when he told me about the vegas trip…and i considered it.  he is drunk.  really drunk.  and he calls and is flirting and telling me about pete rose, and i was out of town and visiting a friend and we had been on the beach and drinking for hours.  anyway, since then we talk occasionally on the phone.

it is kind of an interesting balance of friendship and flirting.  there have been times when i was sure that he was asking me out, but then he would cancel or rescind the invite before i could say “yes” or “no.”  we go out mostly with mutual friends, watch some football together, and a few weeks ago he asked me to have a beer with him.  it is just him and me.  first time we’ve ever done something alone.  well, without our friends around.  and it is good.  i have a beer, he orders quesadillas.  we chat, for about an hour, it is nice, easy, we laugh a lot.  we are there for about an hour, then we go our separate ways.

then i go over there this past sunday to watch the last game at yankee stadium and then “the replacements” until 2am.  he walks me to my car, tells me he wants to taste some of my famous quesadillas and i say “well, i’d invite you over, but you’ll probably  just cancel anyway.”  and he says “no, this week, wednesday.”  and i say “but we have that thing on wednesday,”  and he says “no we don’t, we’re having dinner.”  i agree, get in my car and wonder how that happened.

i love when guys have enough confidence to assume that you will go along with what they say.  i don’t want it to seem that i like people telling me what to do, that isn’t it.  but he’s come up to me while we were out and said “let’s get out of here, let’s just go.” and i would’ve if i didn’t have someone there who was counting on me for a ride.  he can be quiet, but he’s confident and nice.

he talks about family and the people he loves with such fondness.  he says things like “i’ll probably stop following the yankees in a few years when all my guys retire, and then i’ll follow them again when my kids take an interest.”  i get the distinct impression that he is looking for “the one,”  and i don’t know if i can be that for anyone. 

he is coming over wed for dinner, he’s confirmed it.  i don’t even know if it is a date, but i kinda think it is.  it is dinner and just the two of us.  we’ll see.

**in other news, i think i’m done with bob.  i’ve thought about it all ways, and i don’t think i want the stress of it anymore.  bob asked me if he was gonna see me on wed and i said “i don’t think so, i’ve got a thing.” and he says “who’s the lucky guy?”  oops.  he’s figured out my lingo?  how did that happen?  i mean, it is no secret i’ve been dating other people.  he’s the one who made it clear that he doesn’t want to continue things.  but, i guess it came down to seeing vegas or seeing him and i chose vegas, and it actually sounded like he was sad about it.