The reason I’m typing this right now is because I have to be up for work at 5am, so I obviously can’t sleep… that’s just the way it works, isn’t it? So back open comes the laptop.
Where did I leave off with JR? OH… at the non-plan plans for Lobster Taco Night. Well it turned out they were actual plans… we ended up meeting at a place called World Famous on the beach on Wednesday night. I’ve never had any sort of taco with fish in it before (is that pretty weird?), but they were very enjoyable. We had a couple of glasses of wine, and JR’s toast was to our first night out ALONE (what, you don’t like me bringing my sister on dates?!) , and then after dinner he suggested we go to this place a couple of blocks away that has comedy night on Wednesday nights. I was enjoying myself enough, so I agreed.
The first few guys to get on stage were ehhhh…. I was kinda like these guys aren’t that funny….
JR agreed, but whispered, “Look over there to the right… there’s a fat guy waiting to go on. Fat guys are always funny.”
Sure enough…the fat guy was funny… or maybe it was just that we had more wine by the time it was his turn. I had never been to a comedy show before, so that was two firsts in one night. JR was fun, and cute, but kept his arms distance for most of the night, which I didn’t mind but thought was a bit strange because he was the one that seemed so intent on keeping something going. Towards the end of the comedy thing, he finally loosened up a little, and snuck an arm around me. I didn’t mind that either.
Although I knew he was leaving again for The Netherlands on Sunday, we didn’t say goodbye that night. I guess I just didn’t think about it, but afterwards realized I probably wouldn’t see him again for like another month, if ever. During one of our text chats, I mentioned I didn’t say goodbye, and he said he hoped we’d see each other again before Sunday. I asked when, and he said “possibly tomorrow?” which would mean Friday… but he originally had plans with his little brother, so I wasn’t really counting on it.
Anyway, Friday comes around, and it’s become the norm to start off the night in the living room with Carissa and V… until we get too hot or antsy, and then move to the front porch. We sat out there for a long time, drinking beers and delaying making ourselves look presentable to the public. My friend Theo had asked us to join for happy hour at a place called Jonny V’s that I’d never been to. It sounded like they had a fab happy hour deal from 4-10pm, but our lazy asses didn’t even get out of the house ’til 9:30, so we were basically going to miss it.
We walked into town, realizing halfway that if we hurried a little, we’d make the deal by like 5 minutes and since we are a combination of poor and penny pinchers, always looking for good deals, we booked it. Not to mention we all started having to pee really badly (sorry mom, I mean urinate… ) (sorry mom again, you probably don’t think it’s lady-like to speak about urination… but we had to go).
Somewhere along the walk I sent JR a simple text, “Are you going out tonight?”
I was half expecting him to say no, and half expecting him to say yes, but he was with his brother. He hadn’t answered yet. We arrived at the door, and I quickly gave my ID and ran to the bar without discussing my plan with Carissa and V. They probably assumed I ran to the ladies room (which is what they did), but I wanted to make it in time for the deal, so I figured I’d get us a round, then we’d all go to the bathroom.
It didn’t work like that. I lost them… so I was walking around in a frantic panic looking for them with three drinks in my hand. I couldn’t put them down and go to the bathroom because they’d surely get roofied. I decided to start calling them. But I figured my best bet was to look AND call at the same time, instead of putting the drinks down to hold my phone… so with three full glasses in my hands, and a phone shoved between my ear and my shoulder, I’m looking around and who do I see? Not Carissa… Not V…. No… It was JR. Standing there at the bar. W….T….F?!
We locked eyes immediately, and both had confused looks on our faces. At this point I didn’t even care that I randomly ran into him. I just frantically shoved one of the glasses at him and said I needed to find Carissa and V. A second later I see them coming… hand them the other two drinks and run off to the bathroom. It’s there that I realize what just happened. WHAT…ARE…THE…CHANCES?! This happens to me so often I feel like I shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. There are probably 200 bars in this town. He doesn’t even live in this town. And he is at the same one in the same room at the same exact time.
I go back out, and he introduces me to his buddy. I tell him it’s a good thing he just ignored my text instead of lying about if he was out, because THAT would have been embarrassing! He said he just got the text when he was getting out of the car. Mmmmhhhhmmmmmmm….. So after a brief conversation, I turn to the girls and say we should probably at least go to a different area because he obviously had no intentions of seeing me right now, and was with his dude. We moved on to play pool with some Navy guys, but the boys were still within sight. We conversed here and there, before the girls decided to go to another place that played country music.
I let JR know we’d be leaving, and politely told him they were welcome to come. His buddy had to be up early to ride his bike 70 miles the next day… [SEVENTY MILES]…. so he’d be going home after that drink, but JR said he wanted to meet us. So the girls left, and the guys stayed. Reds is amazing… it turns into a country/western dance party on weekend nights, so we were having a blast. I half expected JR not to come, but he did. The rest of the night was a lot of fun.
Saturday, JR told me he had work to do all day, but asked me to meet him for lunch at a cafe in between our two houses. I did. He’s interesting to talk to. His facial expressions give me something to think about. And his hair makes me want to take my hand and just mess it up a little. I think his hair actually resembles his personality and his take on life. I kinda just want to take my hand and mess it all up a little.
Now he’s gone… back to The Netherlands… haven’t heard from him since before he left. I guess I don’t know if I’m going to see him again. I guess I can’t really tell if I care either way. Hmmm… something to ponder.
I think I need to make myself go to sleep now…. Tata for now, Munchkins.
xoxo
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