Goodbye To All The Mr. Right Nows... For Now.....

Friday night I really didn't have plans, but everyone in the hood decided that they were going into town for the Old Hilliard festival.  I wasn't going to hang out by myself all night, so I tagged along.  Everyone piled into cars and we formed a caravan to drive the whole two blocks away to the festival.  When we got over there, roads were blocked off and people were everywhere.  Bands were playing and everyone was just generally having a good time.  Sweet, this should make for an interesting night......

I had already consumed an entire 32 oz. adult beverage while chillin in the hood.  I was good to go and looking hot, because hey, who knew where the evening was going to go and I had already been hitting on a hot young one over at April's house.  I walk into the local watering hole because the festival is happening right at the intersection of our two favorite bars, and order a drink.  I manage to find most of the people I've arrived with outside under the big tent listening to music and mingling.  There are tons of people out that I haven't seen in ages.  Much small talk later, I make my way out to the front patio to see what's going on out there.

About the time I hit the door to the patio, Gavin comes running by me.  Since the festival was open to all ages and the local watering hole is technically a restaurant, there were kids all over the place.  I ask him how the hell he got up there and he tells me they walked.  Ok then kid, be home by 10.  That was the last I saw of him.  I talk to some more people and turn to see him walk out the door to the patio.

How many years has it been, 10?  15?  Probably more like 15.  He still looks exactly the same as he did in high school..... HOT.  I continued my conversation with some people as I noticed him stop about 2 feet away from me and look over.  Our eyes meet as he tries to figure out how he knows me. I finished up my conversation and turned to go back into the bar for another drink.  "Hey, I know you," I hear from one side of me.  I reply back with a sly "Sure you do, everyone knows me."  He's amused.  I stick out my hand and tell him my name.  "That's right, you're a sister."  Yes, yes I am.  His friend asks me how my sisters are doing and we are all standing there catching up on the last decade or so.  

He's not a person I would normally associate myself with, knowing who he was back in the day, yet I'm strangely pulled in.  He talks about his kids and I don't flinch or run away.....   He asks about mine and doesn't get all weird when I tell him about them.  It's the dark hair and blue eyes.  They get me every time.....

It's suggested that we go inside and have a shot.  Ok, I'm game to keep up with the boys tonight.  I've got just the right amount of alcohol in me that I think all this is a good idea.  Two hours and 5 Cherry Bombs later Tara finds me bellied up to the bar having a good old time.  She tells me it's time to go to Lucky's.  Umm ok, but I'm taking this boy with me.  She gives me a look indicating how bad of an idea it might be and pulls me aside to tell me Josh is at Lucky's.  Fucking awesome, he's newly single again and probably going to try to fuck with me, so I'm definitely taking this boy with me.  We settle our tabs and go down the street, leaving his friends behind.
 
Lucky's is busy and I'm obviously drunk.  I didn't have any money all week, so my tolerance was somewhat down....  Well for me anyway.  I'm in my hooker boots, so falling is probably in my foreseeable future.  I order him and I a drink and spot Josh across the room.  He's not with anyone I know other than Mike.  Sweet.   I excuse myself from the bar and walk over, interrupting their conversation, looking around.  "So, I can see you've obviously downgraded friends here, what is this your mom's table or a fat old lady convention?" He's not amused as I turn away with a smile on my face knowing I pissed him off.  I get the other boy and head out to the patio.   Tara is already out there smoking, so we plop down at the table.  I knock over my full drink on my phone.  Fuck.  I'm not drunk, I'm wasted at this point.  The phone is ok, but I'm clearly not.

From what I hear, a bunch of our friends showed up.  I had no clue until I started getting text messages the next day regarding my behavior.  My friend Chris texted me and asked how my ass was.  Umm, ok?  I messaged back and said fine, why?  He said well I smacked your ass so hard everyone on the patio turned and looked last night. Tara confirmed.  The bruise on my ass confirmed.  Nice.  There are pictures on my camera indicating that they were all there.  Too bad I don't remember any of it.  Apparently I had to be driven home.  Well, not to my home.  Saturday morning I woke up at the boy's house not remembering how we got there.  I had plans with my mom that morning, so I quietly left.

I get outside happy to see both my car and my shoes.  Nobody wants to lose hundred dollar boots, ya know?  I'm on a street that dead ends, so I pull out of the neighborhood having no clue where I am.  Shit.  I really have no idea where I am.  I could be on the east side of Columbus for all I know.  Luckily I have gps on my phone so I set it to take me home.  20 minutes later I was pulling into my driveway.  Damn, that was a long drive.

I hurry up and get showered seeing as my mom is supposed to be at the house by 10.  I might still be a little drunk as I'm getting ready.  He calls me while I'm in the shower and leaves me a voicemail disappointed I left without saying goodbye.  Oops, my bad.  I don't call him back because I'm short on time.  Mom gets to the house and we leave for the street fair.  He calls again an hour later.  I don't answer because I'm with my mom and I really don't need to be talking about my drunken sexcapades the night before.  I text him and tell him I'll call him when I'm done with her.  Eventually I call him.  He doesn't answer.  I lay down for a nap and he calls wanting to see me later that night.  Ok, well I guess someone wasn't deterred by my drunkenness last night....  I tell him I can't, unless he wants to come to Nicole's birthday party that I'm hosting.  He has his kids, so he can't.  Humm, bummer.....  We settle on maybe he'll be able to find a sitter for a few hours and he'll call me if he can come out.

The rest of Saturday was spent at soccer in Dayton.  God I hate driving over there.  The things we do for our kids though right?  I rush back just in time to hop in the shower, grab an outfit and get Nicole before we're late to her 30th birthday party.  The party was a huge hit.  Lots of people came out to party with us and I believe I managed her drinking pretty well.  There was no throwing up or passing out, so I consider that a successful night.  By the time I got home from dropping all the drunks off, it was 4am.  Shit, another late night, but it was totally worth is to see my girl have a great birthday.  He called me while I was at the party letting me know he couldn't make it out, but his door would be unlocked if I could make it over after I was done.

Needless to say I wasn't driving all the way out there at 4am.  Sunday morning I get a text that says: I woke up alone :(  Later in the day we talked and he understood why he woke up alone and asked me to come over and chill Sunday night.  I told him I'd get a hold of him after my mom and Nicole's birthday dinner, not committing, just in case something better came along.

Who am I kidding?  I got the kiddos off to bed and went over to hang out.  We sat around talking and just getting to know each other.  The more he talked, the more I was interested in him.  He has sole custody of his two boys, ages 12 & 9, owns his own business, has his own house (which is actually nice), cars, pretty much everything I'm looking for in a guy.

I left Sunday night with a smile on my face, further enhanced by him texting me thanking me for hanging out and asking when he could see me again.  Wow, how long has it been since someone has been that nice to me?  A long, long time.  I told him it would probably be later in the week and he seemed disappointed.  We've both got a lot going on with kids, so it'll be tough to get together during the week.

He called me yesterday and we talked for a bit.  Since we both had pretty rough weekends and were up late, he said he was just going to chill and go to bed early.  Cool, I should probably do the same thing.  I had to pickup Nicole from work and was hoping that it would be early so I could go to bed.  It was, but she had other plans for us to hang out.  He called me again around 9:30 telling me his friend and his girl were coming out to hang out asking if I wanted to so it wouldn't be weird because he didn't know the girl.  Ugh, I really didn't want to, but I did.  I like spending time with him, so I dropped Nicole off and headed out there.  Much fun was had between the 4 of us downing a bottle of Grey Goose and shooting pool.  I was too buzzed to drive home and there weren't kids there anyway, so eventually I just crawled into his bed and passed out.  5:30 came all too early this morning......

I'll post Nicole's birthday pics in a separate post, but here's one of me and Brian from this weekend.  Told ya he was hot.  Too bad I look as wasted as I was, otherwise it'd be super cute :)