We last left off with our friend Mumbles and I headed into date #2 of BBQ and concert, fireworks at the end of the night promising that everything romantic was about to come our way. Fate has a sense of humor if you ask me.
Its 4th of July and since we are headed into a long day/evening date I suggested we meet at a grocery store near the BBQ and we'd carpool to the party together (he didn't know the area well). As etiquette indicates, when you attend a summer BBQ you bring with you either a side and/or festive beverage of choice to share with others. I choose the usual bottle of vodka and tonic water. Mumbles came with and at the check out they asked for identification (because of course I do look too young to be of age right? lol) I hand over my i.d. and the gal waits for his as well. He left his wallet in the car because I was driving and didn't see the need to bring it, plus remember, he doesn't drink so his realm of knowledge for those that do is slightly inhibited. She can not sell me the vodka without proof of his age because we are together. I leave with the tonic water and some ice feeling like a schmuck.
Needless to say there were some broken hearts when I arrived without the vodka but we overcame this bump in the road and soon burgers were flipped, splashing in the pool and laughter filled the air. I had introduced my date to the entire party, sat with him, engaged him in conversation, bringing others in to make him feel part of the group (I challenge anyone to find a better rusher than me!) It wasn't just me that had a hard time hearing him, my friends couldn't hear him either. Practically pulling teeth, he just wasn't into it so I decided that maybe if I invited him to swim with me it'd loosen him up. Come on, girls half naked in the pool, what guy wouldn't want that?! You guessed it, no dice. He at least knew to bring swim trunks but was happy sitting in the incredibly scorching hot July sun so that is where I left him. Sorry, redheads, fair skin...we need to do what we can to stay out of the sunshine, don't ask me why I live in Arizona.
Soon it was time to leave for the show which was about 30 minute drive up north and he knows "a short cut". We had a couple following us in their car and thank goodness I had printed out directions as a back up because Mumbles had us going to New Mexico, not Fort McDowell casino. Its about at this juncture I'm a little confused as to why I thought a second date would save this tryst. Arriving just as the sun is going down we meet up with the 3rd couple, enter and find fantastic seats. Rick came on stage and the crowd goes bananas! During "Jessie's Girl" Rick comes out into the crowd and literally sings to me from 6ft away, I about died when he winked at me! Our group is up and dancing, singing songs except, you guessed it, Mumbles is sitting quietly in his chair staring off into outer space. Hello McFly? Rick Springfield...6ft away...anyone home?
After the concert the casino put on a dazzling show of fireworks played to sexy soothing music, not once did he try to hold my hand even though it was incredibly romantic. We had planned to return to the BBQ but gosh, unfortunately I was just exhausted and maybe I should take him back to his car? On the way back I asked him how he liked the concert, he said he'd never heard of Rick Springfield but thought he was pretty good. WTF?! About 5 minutes after I dropped him off I got that bottle of vodka and headed back to the BBQ and spent the rest of the evening with my friends for the holiday. Shallow? Selfish? Call me what you want but you know as well as I do that I needed some comfort with friendly faces after that disaster.
I asked for a 2nd chance and I got it. Sometimes a first impression is just as awesome as the second impression. Mumbles, I hope you are having a blast wherever you are!
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