The trick is keeping one in the air
Somewhere along the age of ten people learn to juggle. We are going to school, participating in sports, doing chores around the house, creating friendship, breaking friendships, learning how to play an instrument, taking swimming lessons and, of course, just being a kid. The only way to manage is to make sure that at any given time there is at least one activity in each hand and all the rest are up in the air. As we get older we get better at juggling; we keep calendars and journals, we hire someone to clean for us, we combine events like inviting a friend out to eat (we get to see them and we don’t have to cook for ourselves). It does not matter if we are juggling balls, bowling pins, chairs or boys, as long as we keep the rhythm, and there is always one in the air, we are doing just fine.
Things are getting difficult. The Texan is wondering where I am all the time, TG is curious why I only answer certain calls around him and FROG is wondering when we are going to go on a date on a normal date night. The rhythm is getting to be too hard to maintain, I am at a point where I need to start making decisions on my own, yet I truly wish one of the boys would get bored and wander off into the sunset, but the likelihood of that happening is nil.
I guess it is time for the Pro/Con list. With the Texan, he is great, nice, smart, funny, caring, BUT cannot meet my need for sex and for the time being lives in Texas. TG is strong, smart, funny, caring, and a better match for me based on the fact that he actually says no to me, BUT cannot meet my need for extended sex and can be very self-centered. FROG is smart, stable, funny, caring, sweet, BUT he is a Republican who would have voted for George W. both times if he were an American citizen. Yikes!
I know that I cannot really start a relationship with someone who cannot satisfy me on one of life’s most fundamental bases I just keep thinking that maybe it will change. I am the eternal optimist and will always believe that just because we do not work now, does not mean that we cannot work in the future. That last sentence just defined all of my relationships between 18 and 25; I seriously consider all my past ex’s as potential for future relationships.
My goals for this week, I need to talk to The Texan, see where he thinks we stand, talk to TG about what he really wants because the way I see it, he wants the benefits of a girlfriend without having to be a boyfriend, and try to make a date with FROG on a normal date night. That is going to be difficult this week, I am getting all four wisdom teeth removed on Thursday afternoon and I am sure that I will be completely out of commission for at least two days (I am getting the full sedation and lots of pain medication, I’m one part wimp and three parts Percocet lover). I scheduled the surgery for the long weekend purposefully just in case something went terribly wrong.
At least I was able to have a good time out with bad girls last weekend. I was actually the best behaved, I mean, I have enough to deal with already, I have no desire to add a random hook-up to the list of men I must confront. Friday nights are notoriously difficult because of the hours I work. I left work after 6 and was unable to disco nap. I got to the Living Room at 9 PM where I met up with a co-worker, PB*, and her friend, Nanny. They had just finished dinner and we decided to wait at the bar for the rest of the girls, J, AA, JL and LL. At the bar I look over and see someone who had this really familiar look. I turned to PB and said, “Either he’s famous or I went to college with him.” I figured that eventually I would get drunk enough to suss out the situation, but for the time being, I tried to figure out what his name was, I was pretty sure it was Oscar.
J was complaining about her feet, and every girl was sympathetic because we all have those work shoes that look great but are destined to cripple us. Thus began Operation Get Us A Table. OGUAT paid off and we found a perfect table that fit us and had a great view, which meant that we could begin to drink in earnest. There was the usual random guy hitting on group of girls moment but for the most part, it was still on the early side. This is where the drinking interacted with the lack of food in my system because time passed but I am not sure when and how much.
I cannot really figure out the timing of everything but somewhere around 11 there was some sort of temporal shift and when I looked up there were three guys hovering. J was talking to Tony from LA, AA was talking to Kevin, and PB was talking to Germain. The next time I focused my eyes, PB’s roommates JL and LL had shown up and PB was talking to Tony. I wandered off to the bar where I reacquainted myself with Orlando (“Hey, Lady!” “Hey! Did we go to college together?” “Yeah” “Is your name Oscar or something?” “Orlando” “Orlando, Oscar, same thing.” “Um, I guess.” “So, what are you doing here?” “Hanging out with Will (points to Will).” “Holy Shit! Hot Will!”) and Will. Some time later, Orlando was buying rounds, Hot Will had his hand on LL’s ass whose hand was on my breast, JL was talking to someone whose name we still don’t know (“Well, he took her number, so when he calls he will have to give his name.”), PB was making out with Tony (the shame of it) and AA was flirting shamelessly with Kevin (with liberal use of the hair flip).
How the night ended:
I went home alone without making out, hooking up or otherwise acting out in public, well besides a little girl on girl breast fondling action to tease Hot Will, which I guess worked because he went home with LL. I did give my number to Orlando, but just as friends.
PB made out with Tony some more, went outside to talk and wait for the rest of the girls to come out, but never caught up with them, exchanged numbers with Tony who has already called.
LL brought Hot Will home and sent him on his way in the morning. PB confirmed that he still looked pretty good in the morning.
AA took Kevin home but when Kevin mentioned that he had to be up early in the morning, she said, “Well you won’t be sleeping here. Thanks for the good time, but you can go home now.”
JL has yet to hear from the unknown guy, but has high hopes as she spent the entire night speaking to him.
J and Nanny went home at reasonable hour and feel like they are fine upstanding and respectable young ladies, however they do agree that, “There is always next weekend.”
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.