Laughing All The Way

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

The Stars at night are big and bright

The Stars at night are big and bright
So my Texan adventure was everything that I wanted. I think I should start from the beginning.

I arrived on Wednesday night to Hobby Airport and THE BOY was there. With roses. Looking cute. My heart jumped a little. Just a little. I defy any girl to tell me she wouldn’t get all excited at the idea of a dozen roses (pink roses- how did he know I would want pink roses? I asked him, he said he had a feeling). And then he kissed me. On the cheek. What? Huh? I mean I had expected a little more. Something deep and sincere, but okay, on the cheek.

We go to this little Mexican restaurant to get me some eats; I forewent the food and headed straight for the Margaritas. I proceeded to get just this side of drunk, not so much that he would feel guilty about taking advantage of me but enough that I wouldn’t be totally mortified at the idea of getting down with a new guy. In the end it wasn’t so necessary. He decided that we should hold off on being “intimate” (he has the nicest phrases for things, I would have said something crude like the Horizontal Hokey-Pokey, whatever). After a little fondling we went to bed.

Next morning we woke up and he started making plans for our day (food, Museum of Natural History, hang out in the park, drinks, movies, dinner) all was fun. Well except for the part where I had to get into the BOX OF DEATH. That’s what I call cars in Texas. People, it’s hot in Texas. You know all those prison movies where the good guy is sent to jail even though he didn’t do it and the warden takes an instant dislike to this guy so the guy ends up in the BOX? Well in Texas every frickin’ car is the BOX.

Back to the story…

We get home and still nothing serious. I asked him about it, because I had expectations. Expectations that he had set. See here’s where things get weird and I still don’t know what to think. According to him, he REALLY wanted to but he just couldn’t, well you know, he just couldn’t. He said he thought it was a combination of nerves (understandable, I mean I am a hottie. What? Who said that?) and the fact that I reminded him of someone else. Get this, I look exactly like his best friend from High School who’s DEAD. How do you overcome that? I am never going to be able to change the way I look and she’s always going to be dead. Ack.

I figured that the best way to deal with this was to not deal with it at all. I spent Friday by the pool getting some sun while he worked. We spent Saturday at the Galleria shopping, I got me a cute shirt from Duo and some make up at Saks. When I say I got me, you should really read: “He bought me.” We spent most of the day there, people, Texas really does do it bigger, and that place was huge. I mean it had an ice skating rink inside and not a regulation hockey rink, it was bigger. Why? Because I just told you, in Texas they do it bigger. Pay attention. I got me some more Margaritas and as I proceeded to get drunkity-drunk on Tequila, he got paged and had to go into work. Damn sick people interrupting my alone time.

Sunday we headed out to Galveston. Okay, time for my disclaimer. I am from New England. I love New England. I will never live too far from New England. But if I had to, it would be in Galveston, so much frickin’ fun. Forget the touristy beach crap, I mean the real bits, the cute houses and the water and the sun and the sand. We went to some crab shack for lunch and did proper BBQ for dinner. I loved it.

Okay, so there may be little bits that I left out, like the great conversation. Sure he has said that he would love to be my boyfriend but that it (our relationship) is in my hands. Great, he would love to support me and agrees with me about the importance of the stay at home mom debate (I am for it until the youngest is in school) and the number of children he wants (three). It’s wonderful that he understands what I mean when I say, “No, but really, I have crazy people in my family, and my children will be genetically pre-disposed to crazy.” But I spent five nights in his bed and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.

He’ll be back in Boston in a few weeks to visit friends, and will be moving back permanently in August. He’s said that he knows he can’t ask me to wait forever and that if he were in my shoes he wouldn’t wait all that long. But I like him. I really like him. I like him a lot.

When I left I told him I would wait to see him when he comes up, hopefully the problem, whatever it was, would be fixed and YEAH life would go on, as it should.

Okay, see here, the problem with this; I have a very short attention span. How short you ask. Well, I came home on Monday night and I had a date on Tuesday night. Yeah, way short. Last night’s date was nice. Better than nice really. He was smart and funny and sweet and charming and deep and sincere and a great kisser. Tuesday’s date ended at 6:00 AM this morning. Yikes! I mean, really what’s a girl to do all excited and hot and bothered for almost a full week, when the opportunity arose, well let’s just say that the problem with THE BOY that I really like was not so much with the boy who was filling space.

Okay, I know it all seems kind of sluttish, I agree. And how was I telling one boy that I will wait for him and going on a date with another. Well, THE BOY knows. I told him that I had this date already arranged and he said that I should go. His words were, “He could be the one for you. Go, have a good time.” I don’t think this is what he meant by a good time. It was all compounded by the fact that I am avoiding my roommate; she’s getting all up in my grill about shit that has nothing to do with her. I was telling my date that I didn’t want to go home and deal with her craziness/jealousy and he said, “Well, come home with me, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” I said, “I don’t think that is a good idea.” He said, “Taxi.” I said, “Well, okay if you will drive me home in the morning.”

Well, that is the story of what happened when some girl went to Texas. I loved my time there, have a new appreciation for the many places from which the human body can sweat, hope to god I can figure out what I want before I hurt two really great guys, and maybe in the end I get to be happy with someone I like and who can take care of business.

Big ups to the Merry Widow (you get a straight up mention for being my first commenter) for the guide on things to do when you’re in Houston. If you ever come my way I will return the favor.