You aren't going to believe what happened to me this weekend!
But first, let me tie up some loose ends. Friday after work I packed up Repo's stuff and drove over to his house for the big exchange o stuff. It was kind of awkward, as we had been having a fairly serious texted conversation for most of the afternoon. A highlight: I told him that he made me very happy until I began realize that he didn't love me as much as I love him. So when I got there for the exchange, I had basically just laid my heart out to him. I figured I had nothing to lose. It's not like I can get hurt anymore than I already am. It was a rather dramatic moment for me, but to him, it was just an errand I was running. As I was leaving, he even told me, "Hey, I'll call you later."
He didn't know that I had put a note in his stuff that said, "Please leave me alone. Unless you want to be with me, I have nothing to say to you." So for me, it was the final chapter. The End. And I am pretty sad about that. But I'm ok. And yes, I got my casserole dishes back.
Friday night I went out with K and MJ to Liberty's. We were sitting in a booth, enjoying our girl time when I told them I was checking out the guy standing near us. Just as I told them I thought he was cute, he turned to the side. Oh. My. I know him.
Can you guess who it was????
FedSexy aka FedSucksy. Do you remember him? He was a hottie that I was crazy about when I dated him back in December/January. Things were going great until he stood me up out of nowhere one night. Then he called a few days later and refused to apologize. So the next time I saw him out, I dumped a huge drink all over him....
Yeah, so here I am, six months later, checking him out. *rolls eyes and smacks forehead* Fearing some kind of retaliation from him, or at best, an awkward conversation, I inform the girls that we have to leave. NOW. After giving MJ the quick one-sentence synopsis of who FedSucksy is, we bolted across the street.
Little did we realize we were being followed.
By two drunk Mexicans.
So we go to The Wild Hare. Then we realized the drunk Mexicans had followed us and were sitting at the table next to us. We saw it coming a mile away. They were drunk and they were going to hit on us.
Normally, I would have blown them off and told them to go away (this is pretty much my standard MO with drunk guys), but MJ is so much more fun than I. She decides to mess with them. Which was hilarious. Because they couldn't say two words before mumbling something, so throughout the entire conversation, MJ is going, "What? I can't understand you." At one point, we thought they told us they don't eat carrots, and MJ decided to ask them follow-up questions about such a dietary choice, which really gave K and I the giggles. It was like she was conducting a serious, journalistic interview with two drunk Mexicans. She was dead serious the whole time, even when they informed us that "most white girls in Alabama have nice asses" and that they "are attracted to white girl asses" and "like blonde hair."
Aaaah, I love MJ.
Then another drunk guy bought us beers, so we ended up moving over to his table so we could get away from the Mexicans. We went home a little bit later, around 1:30am.
For some reason, K and I were exhausted the next day. We didn't even get up until noon. We went shopping for a little while, but a couple of hours later we crashed out on the couch until dinnertime! I did manage to score some great shoes, though, before I went home.
We met up w/Brunette for dinner and then we were headed over to Jillian's for K's birthday get-together. Right as we are running out the door, I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize. It was FedSucksy. [Insert shock and awe here.] Ok, so I guess my getaway wasn't as smooth as I had hoped--obviously, he had seen me the night before and was now calling.
He was calling to tell me that he feels badly about how things ended and wanted to talk to me about it sometime soon. [Insert more shock and awe here.] It sounded like a very awkward and nervous half-apology. I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked and caught off-guard that when he said he wanted to get together over some coffee the next day, I said ok. Unbelievable. If God had been calling me, I don't think I would have been more surprised. I wondered why he called for the rest of the night. But not so much that I didn't enjoy myself.
A lot of people came! MJ brought her best friend and P.O.T. I brought Nurse P and Brunette. Then a bunch of K's friends showed up--about a dozen or so. We had so much fun, since a lot of us didn't know each other. We managed to bond over getting K blitzed. We bought her lots of drinks and shots, and I got her a piece of birthday cake. She was feeling pretty good...very....happy. (Yeah, that's it. Happy.) She had a really good time. Also, we were congratulating MJ on the recent purchase of her new house (Go, MJ, go!!!)
Eventually we went to Jake's on the other side of downtown in Five Points. After some people went home and after we thought we lost K's digital camera, we settled into a group of about ten. Just as we are getting comfortable in our new setting, we realize it is time for K to go home. Like, now. So I took her home and put her to bed.
The next day, she had a hangover. I was too tired to do anything. We vegged out, watched Erin Brockovich and napped. (Side note: If you have not seen this movie, you simply must. It is so inspirational. If you ever doubt that one person can make a difference in the world, then you need to see this movie.)
...and I waited for FedSucksy to call. Hmmm...some things never change. At this point I'm feeling stupid. Not to mention confused--why take the trouble of calling to hang out if you aren't going to follow through with it? Finally at 8pm he calls to see if I can hang out. Well, I had some stuff to do and wouldn't be able to go anywhere until 9pm. So he said he'd call back then.
Seriously, I do not understand men. So at 9:40, I texted him to see what was up--should I just go ahead and put on my pjs? He said yes. He wants a rain check and will call me later this week.
Gee, thanks for the info. Just exactly when he was planning on telling me this, I will never know. File it under Inexplicable Male Behavior. WTF???
I don't even know if I should even hang out with him. He is still ticking me off.