Few minutes on a Monday morning to type out the weekend details…
Friday was a whirlwind of activity and it kind of blew my mind.
First of all, I’d agreed to go with Sexy Pants to a charity event on Friday night that was put on by the rehab foundation that his BFF’s daughter founded. Long story, but I love this family and I was very happy to be invited by SP.
While I was getting ready for the event, it felt like I was inundated by texts from everyone else in the world! First, Steve McQueen sent me a text asking me if I was free for MIMOSAS on Saturday (yes, last minute, but I was excited to hear from him and just felt like YES, dammit, I do want to have mimosas with Steve McQueen…even if it’s last minute and mimosas aren’t really part of my “plan”…you gotta live a little, Ginger!).
And then the Bulldog started in with the texts - which I thought was weird, but we had some fun with that as well.
The event with SP was wonderful - was so great to see old friends, BFF’s family, and other characters. We bid on some things, gave some $$$ to the cause, and then quietly ghosted the place so we could go have a “nicer” glass of wine down the street at a fancy-schmancy restaurant.
SP was nice - we had good chats, but he was also handsy. I know it’s because that’s what he’s always like, but it weirded me out to have his hand around my waist (and at one point I reflexively MOVED it away), AND he called me “babe” and “baby” a lot - and that made me uncomfortable too.
[Side note that I don’t want to forget: I listened to the podcast, Dirty John over the weekend, and some of the similarities between SP and Dirty John were striking. More on that later, I’m sure]
And though the talks were very good, they were also a little strange. I mean, here we were, two people who, at one time in the not-so-distant past, were planning on spending the rest of their lives together. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I felt nothing, really - no sadness, no longing, no tingles. Granted, I was happy to see him because we have ALWAYS had a great time together, but it felt so much more like old friends getting together for drinks and laughs.
We ended up drinking much more than my plan allowed (I’d told myself I could drink 2.5 glasses of wine…which, first of all, who drinks 2 and a half glasses of wine anyway?). I drank 4 glasses of bubbly and by midnight, the restaurant was trying to shut down. We stayed an extra 45 minutes (they were VERY cool about it), getting me home at 1am! Latest I’d been out in a long time.
Saturday morning rolled around and I was pretty hungover from four glasses of bubbly. I picked up the dog pretty early (I had boarded her for the night so that I would have time to get everything done and stay out late), and went home and back to bed after a super quick walk. I knew I was going to need a little hair of the dog with Steve McQueen.
And that’s the thing - Steve McQueen! After our last date, I wasn’t sure that he was into me at all. It was a little strange, what with the family friend’s art opening that felt like a reunion of sorts and the non-kiss at the end, I just thought that it wasn’t meant to be. I’d already chalked things up to the fact that this was just a no-go.
But noon rolled around and there he was, picking me up and taking me out again. He was on the phone when he got to my apartment (I was waiting outside), and he was clearly doing a business deal. He apologized silently, and I motioned that it was okay, go ahead and finish your call!
You guys, listening to this call turned me on like crazy. It had something to do with this new technology IOT stuff that he was working on a deal (investor-type stuff), and he was discussing numbers in the multi-millions and working with the inventor and negotiating deals and… melt
I just love that high-powered stuff.
And he got off the phone around the time that we pulled into the parking garage to go to the restaurant and turned into cool-as-a cucumber SMcQ again. Not that he wasn’t cool on the phone call - it was just that he switched from business mode to happy-go-lucky mode and it made me melt again.
Brunch was absolutely wonderful…perfect! We talked; we laughed; we both shared just the right amount of stories. I could talk to this guy for hours and hours and hours. I made him laugh. He made me smile. We drank three mimosas each and it was absolutely perfect. The weather was gorgeous and he really liked the place I’d suggested. It couldn’t have been a better date and he even asked me when we could see each other again - and soon! He suggested Monday night (before he leaves on a business trip to VA)…TONIGHT!
He dropped me off and walked me inside the building, but not to my apartment, and we had a tiny kiss in the doorway. It was not romantic. I’m not sure it could have been romantic in the hallway, but I wish it had been.
Maybe tonight…?
I’m left with questions, but I’m also loving it if he’s actually taking it slow and interested in learning more and more about me and letting me in more and more as we go out. I suppose time will tell, but I do like this dude. He’s got the most adorable smile - ever…it’s mischievous and comforting all at the same time.
Anywho. Home and back out to walk the dog when my parents called, asking me if I want to come out to the lake to go to Oktoberfest at the brewery. My brother and SIL were excited to go with me. So how could I say no??
Walked the dog and then got a small overnight bag together, packed up the pup and then took off for the lake!
It was fun, sort of, but by the time we got out there it was late(r) and then my brother slammed four beers and started getting loud and acting like a dick, throwing f-bombs out there in a near-scream voice, and I was just annoyed. There was a special menu at the brewery (Oktoberfest food like brats, burgers, pretzels, etc…nothing healthy), so I just shot the diet all to hell and went for a burger on a pretzel bun and daaaammmmnnn was it goooooood. But I was still annoyed.
My parents didn’t go to the festival, opting instead to stay at home to babysit the baby and my dog! We brought a growler of beer home to my folks (who hardly drink) and some pretzels and hung out around the kitchen table and talked and laughed. I did tell my brother that he was super annoying - especially when he was scream-cussing and he denied that he even did that. Whatever. Not worth arguing.
I spent the night because it was late by that point, but told my dad that I was going to get up early to get back home so I could go to yoga class in the park near my apartment on Sunday morning.
All the while, throughout the weekend, the Bulldog sent me dirty texts. I don’t know what that was all about, but I felt super weird about this and didn’t know how to answer him.
Regardless, drove home listening to the Dirty John podcast (mentioned above) and found it so enthralling that after yoga and my other morning stuff I listened to the rest of all 6 episodes in one sitting!
Did a little cleaning (emphasis on little), took the dog for another late afternoon walk, got veggie tacos at my favorite taqueria, and called it a night.
All-in-all, a pretty cool, very interesting weekend. Looking forward to SMcQ tonight! Eeeee!
xox,
GS
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