There's a bit to catch up on here. I'll start with the last two weeks & then fill in last night. The Phys. Ed. Instructor (with the arms I can hang from) called finally a week after he took my number. I think the 3-day rule is silly, but a week! Give me a break. He left a vague message for me to call back. I called him the next day (last Friday) and had to leave him a message. Well, no word from him all weekend. Whatever. Then, on Monday, we finally get to talk. It was pretty much the same conversation we had at the bar a week earlier. Fine. He calls Tuesday & we talk. About the same things. Again. Then he texts me because I had class. We talked Wednesday & Thursday, too. Okay. Not too bad. Ah, Friday again. Two weeks since he took my number and one week since he began calling. He texts me: "How's your day off going?" I sent it back "Good. How's work?" "Boring" is the response. "Well, at least you will have fun plans for the weekend to keep you going." "Nope. Don't feel well. Low key weekend".
And there's his out. He has not called since Thursday & the texts on Friday were our last contact. Hey buddy: if you aren't interested, then don't call! But, also, don't make a BIG fuss about getting/taking my number. How about.....just don't!
We move from one set of biceps to another. I have been hanging out quite a bit with the Mechanic. I don't know why. It's like I'm addicted, or something. We have nothing to really talk about since he doesn't understand words with more than one syllable, unless it involves cars. But he's so pretty to look at. How can I not go hang out with him?
To round out the top three sets of male arms, I went to Blue Honu again last night. Crak, the Blonde & I were originally going to Mulcaheys. But they had "Frat Nite" going on and that's the last thing I need to be involved with. We couldn't come up with anything more local & did have such a good time two weeks ago, so why not trek it on out there?
It was dead. It was also couples night. However, things began to pick up & the place filled in around 11:00. I saw a guy who was cute -- from a distance -- and the Blonde went over to him & said that I thought he was cute & to come over & talk with me. So he did. And he brought his rambunctious crew with him. Mr. Finance is 29 & has bigger biceps than the last two mentioned. They are the size of Crak's head. He was nice & friendly, but can't carry a conversation to save his life. Nervous? Maybe. He was very touchy/feely and I kind of minded but then again what the heck. Well, his obscenely large friend came over....talked to him.....pointed at Crak......then somehow put his arm around her & staked his claim for the evening. It was very "Me Tarzan. You Jane", conking her on the head & dragging her back to his cave by her long hair type of thing. He was drunk....and getting more-so by the minute. He was insanely large. Did I mention that? All three of us could have stood behind him & you would have never known that there was anyone there. Blonde sacrificed herself for the evening & kept herself 'busy' watching the surfing show they had playing on the screen. Mr. Finance had his arm around me the rest of the evening & the large gorilla-like man (who happened to also be wearing eye liner) kept making out with Crak. She says it's me whose the bad influence, but I like to think of myself more as inspiration.
All in all, last night was almost as good as it was two weeks ago. Even better....both Mr. Finance & Neanderthal called both of us today. Like they said they would. Hmmm......men who follow through with their word? Could this possibly be? Let's see what the week brings.
