Aug. 10th, 2006

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So I'm driving up to work this morning, stuck in bumper- to- bumper traffic on the 5 (as usual), when I happened to glance out the right window and notice an extremely attractive specimen of the female species sitting in the car next to mine. So of course, I take a moment to oogle and enjoy the scenery, when traffic ahead of me starts moving again, and I find myself a car-length ahead of her- and looking at the face of the guy sitting on her other side, who'd been doing the same thing I did. Our eyes met, and we simultaneously burst into a fit of laughing as we both realized that we'd just been caught with our hands in the metaphorical cookie jar. 

Ah, the simple things that amuse me when I'm bored in traffic.
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I've been planning on writing this for quite a while, but with my crazy long hours, and my loopy (at best) internet connection, I haven't had a chance to update here. 

First big story to tell- the rest of the Tale of Amy:

So when we left off, it was 4th of July weekend, and she'd left me a couple of messages wanting to talk. She tricked me late in the day and called from a friend's cell phone, and I answered. I was more than a little bit pissed off when I realized who it was, and I told her I'd talk to her the following weekend, and quickly hung up.

4th of July weekend was pretty fun- lots of people came over, we went out to the beach for a little bit and parked amid the tents full of drunken party-goers from Arizona, Texas, New Mexico, and the Dakotas (you can always tell- they fly their state or college flags over their tents), barbecued at my house, invited random girl passing by on the street in for drinks (several actually came in...), got drunk, and ended up hooking up with one of my neighbors who happened to be wandering by and stopped in for a drink when she heard the music. Roommate Billy got INSANELY drunk and hooked up with her not- so- attractive friend...I found out the next morning that while they were going at it, she kept getting text messages from some dude she'd been hanging out with the night before. He asked her if she'd had sex with him too, and she wouldn't answer him.

Kids these days, I swear...

The rest of that week went pretty quietly until Thursday, when I got home and Billy's dad informed me that somebody had left me flowers and a note on the doorstep. I thought he was joking at first, until I walked into the kitchen and saw a hand-written note on the counter with a glass full of red roses; I recognized the handwriting immediately. 

She'd written me a 3 page-long note apologizing for the way she'd acted, the things she'd said, etc, telling me she realized how much I'd meant to her, how lucky she'd been to have me, and how she wanted to spend the rest of her life trying to prove to me that she was worthy of my time, my attention, and my affection. 

I have to admit, I liked that part- proving she was "worthy". Ah, let's stroke the ego a little bit more here, shall we?

But hey, the flowers were nice, so they added a little bit of color to our modest bachelor pad for a few days, and I called her Friday afternoon to see about getting together on neutral turf (in this case Starbuck's) so I could tell her what I'd been thinking about all along. We met up just after the dinner hour, and sat and talked outside for about an hour before she went home, and I went back to my place. The finer points of that conversation are covered below:

1. I told her that I thought she had a drug and drinking problem, and that I didn't want to be with somebody, especially somebody I would probably at least consider spending the rest of my life with, who had these kinds of issues. For obvious reasons. She listened intently, not getting mad, offended, or defensive (which I was really hoping she would do- it'd make everything a lot easier), then told me she agreed with me, and that she'd already quit smoking, thrown away all of the remains of her stash, her pipe, her bong, and everything else, and that she was starting counseling to get everything straightened out in her life- because she'd noticed that it was having a detrimental effect of her performance at work.
2. I told her that I someday plan on moving back to the Carolinas to settle down and start a family, and that while California is nice, it's way too overpriced and crazy in a lot of ways for me to want to spend the rest of my life out here (although, I've been thinking a lot about that point recently....but she doesn't know that), and that I know she's pretty much set in staying out here, especially with her family being here, and her career being here. Again, she listened intently, and told me that she'd been thinking about that too, that it was ridiculous how much the cost of living is out here, and how she was curious to see this land called the Carolinas that I'd talked about so much. Okay.....
3. Speaking of her family, I told her that I was extremely unimpressed with the way her mom had acted and the things she'd said while she was in town, and I really wasn't sure I wanted to start a family in that kind of an environment, especially given the history of my dad's relationship with my mother's parents. She got a bit defensive at that, but told me that she wasn't her mother, and realized that her mom didn't always make the best choices, but she was still her mom. Pretty much what I thought she'd say.

We talked a bit longer, and she tried very valiantly to get me to come back over to her place to help her break in her new apartment, and even tried to kiss me, but I managed to hold strong- besides, I had a date with a hot bartender from the Wave House later that night. Yeah, I know I'm going to hell. I told her I needed a bit more time to decide what I really wanted, and I'd talk to her the following week, but I needed to think things through, and figure out what I'm really looking for, yadda yadda yadda, etc etc etc. As we left, she gave me a hug. 

"Teddy, you know I love you so much..."
I looked at her as we broke away. 
"I know. Talk to you next weekend."

Got home just in time to meet up with Billy, and to Ali (the hot bartender) call me and tell me she was on the way over. She brought a couple of friends with her, and she and I started shooting pool and talking. As she missed a pretty easy shot, she started complaining about getting too old for this. I looked at her amused.
"Oh come on Ali, like you can really complain about being that old. You're what? 27 at the most?"
She giggled and smile at me. "I love you, dude. Keep guessing."
"28?"
"No..."
"29?"
"No...."
"Damn! OK, how about you just tell me how old you are, and then I call bullshit on that, ok?"
"I'm 36. 37 next month."
"Damn! I seriously hope I look as good at your age! I seriously though you were only 26!"
"Awww....thank you..."
We shot pool for a while longer before heading over to Sand Bar- after we finally got through to a cab that would come pick our half- drunk asses up. We were in luck when we got there- Ali works right across the street, and my good friend Mandy was bartending, so we got hooked up pretty well. Before I knew it, Billy and I were both on our way to getting Tucker Max Drunk  when Ali and her friend suggested we go upstairs. I closed out my tab with Mandy, and immediately started a new tab upstairs with the bartenders there (one of whom I've known since that brief stint when I dated Remie a while back- hooked him up with her best friend). So needless to say we were having a great time- double-fisting drinks and pounding them down as fast as we could manage, flirting with the girls we'd come with, flirting with other random girls passing by, pretty much being complete jackasses, because if you can't take a joke, fuck you.

I guess it was somewhere between rounds 5 and 6 that Mike behind the bar told me he didn't have my card, and that I'd have to give it to him, or he'd kick me out of there permanently. I looked at him confused (mostly because I was trying to focus on which Mike was speaking to me- I was seeing 3 of him by this point), and also because I distinctly remembered handing him my card and watching him run it. After all, if he didn't have my card, how the hell would I still be drinking? I searched my pockets, had my friends search theirs, and finally ended up getting kicked out- amid yelling about how much it was bullshit, and how I was going to file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau, and Mike threatening to kick my ass if he ever saw me again. Meanwhile, by that point Ali and her friend had already gone home, and Billy had already left in a cab- and left his cell phone at the house.

According to Mapquest, it's 3.08 miles from the bar to my house. Walking back at 2 in the morning, it felt like 10. Especially being drunk and walking along the boardwalk. I finally made it home at about 4 in the morning and immediately passed out on my bed, still fully clothed, with my shoes still on. 

More later. Neighbor Becca just called, and wants me to come grab a beer with her- but she's another story altogether. ;) 

To be continued....



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