The Wedding Date

Hi you,

I am unable to send all of this in a text message, and I’m bored at work so I thought I’d put all these fragmented thoughts down into an email for you. Anyhow, how are you??

So I debated whether or not to write to you because I inevitably know this will be about, what else? Boys. I feel like sometimes I’m driving myself *boy* crazy and I don’t like the way I am, but also, I know you give really really really really good advice. So I decided against my probably better judgement and will spill the beans on the boy situation. Cuz really, what else is there to talk about? ; )

I took a pregnancy test on Tuesday. Yup, nice smooth transition, I know. Sorry about that. But I was very scared to not get my monthly bill. The last time I had it was before leaving for Jam Rock, and even then, it was at least a couple weeks prior to leaving (the 15th of the month). So even though I no longer carry my handy dandy pocket calendar and mark a nice little red “x” on the days it’s to occur, I knew my period was late. By at least two weeks. Now I know what you’re thinking, unless I’m the next mother of Christ, and I’ll admit, I have been called that before, penetration by a boy must occur for an egg to be fertilized. Right before Jamaica, came over. The same who I liked before, from afar, who works on computers in IT here and is a super self proclaimed DWEEB. But he’s also close to seven feet tall and lanky. ‘Nuff said. It was nice, not like romantic mushy nice, more like messy, sweaty, amazingly chemistry filled (and something else filled –wink wink) nice. Sarah the next morning texted me at my mediation class and I lauged out loud to her, “Who the FUCK was in your bed last night. I’m dying to know” text. But nothing happened since then. I think he realized he still likes his girlfriend. Not my issue, that’s his baggage to deal with. I’ve talked about it with others and I’m okay with us never dating. I know he could never give me what I need (and so hopefully deserve) in a relationship. So sex, no strings attached, doesn’t sting as much as I thought! The funny thing is, when I was in Jamaica, he posted a twitter comment that he had broken up with his girlfriend. No I’m not that lame as to be inside surfing the web when in a sunny tropical locale. my old coworker, whose yard you peed in, texted me that broke up with Sarah! I was surprised but whatever, didn’t really care. Then when I got back I found out he had done that as a joke. Like really? That’s funny to you to inform everyone you broke up with your girlfriend when you didn’t? Not sure how hilarious she found it. So we’re cool, but not like, “Hey you’d make a really great baby daddy” cool. Oh and I’m not preggers.

Meanwhile, I go to my coworker Mindi’s wedding, with Kevin. I’m not sure what all of this I’ve told you about, I don’t think we’ve talked in a long long long time. Turns out, he was a perfect gentleman! I was so proud of him, he not only didn’t get drunk, he was charming, polite, took care of my drunk a$$, and even encouraged me to go for this other single wedding date. My coworker Lindsey brought along her brother in place of her husband who was at a bachelorette party in Vegas, rough I know. But he is 27, well he will be 27 in May, a fellow Gemini, his birthday is six days behind me, not sure how compatible that makes us astrologically. He’s going to be a chiropractor, and he’s cute. Really really cute. Sorta a dork, like super intelligent, scientific stuff, but stil funny, and can talk to pretty much anyone. So I don’t remember much of the end of the night, apparently (Kevin had to fill me in on all of this-not a good idea to mix beer, wine, shots, then more beer-or to challenge the bride to a shoot the boot contest at the downtown Mankato bar) he was making some moves on me. I apparently allowed it though because we were walking really slow behind the rest of the group back to the car and holding hands! AHHHHHHHHH So dorky it’s cute right? Then I guess he came back to our room, well I do remember that part. But he stayed awhile, sat on my bed, we were still holding hands, (don’t know what my obsession with that is), but nothing happened of course because Kevin was there. I recall walking him out around 4 am and hoping (not sure if I put this hope into words, probably more or less said it with my betty davis eyes) he was going to kiss me then. But he didn’t. He said something about thinking Kevin probably wanted to kill him, then that’s it. He was off!

SO I awake still drunk the next morning, Kevin informed me it didn’t go as swimmingly as I thought. I was sassy Sue that Saturday night, as happens when I drink whiskey, and I apparently made several comments about he and Kevin’s homo erotic closeness. They were outside smoking together at several different points; they got along great, so I assumed they were man flirting. But I guess I called him gay, asked if he was sure he didn’t want to get into Kevin’s bed, and then said something about how he’s not a real doctor. YIKES! So I friend requested him on fb that Sunday, tried to do damage control by sending along an apologetic message, just simple like, “Hey- I hear I was a bit sassy last night, I hope you don’t take anything I said to heart, I had a really good time, I hope you did too.” Now a long time later, still no reply, so I assumed he just hated me! I was definitely let down too, especially after facebook stalking him and realizing I actually do like him! He’s smart, has a blog- beauuuuuutiful writer, funny, cute, sarcastic, and witty. Usually after fb stalking I find numerous reasons to avoid the guy, not crush harder! Anyhow, Wednesday night Kevin came over and we talked about him. Not sure how it got brought up but Kevin said he thought he liked me. They were outside smoking and he was asking Kevin if he and I were just friends. Kevin said yes, to which he replied, 'Laura seems like a pretty cool girl.' Kevin said, 'yes, of course, she’s awesome.' Then something was said along the lines of, “It’s funny how the most attractive girl at the wedding is single.” CUTE right?