Weekend Report

-10, J

The trouble with surprise group events is that you have to trust a lot of people to keep their mouths shut.
Happily, the Friday surprise worked out well and we all enjoyed the martini bar followed by bowling (seriously, bowling is fun - glo bowling is even better).
If you're looking for a new TV show you should try Portlandia. Some episodes are much better than others, but who knows...maybe you'll fall in love and accept Portlandia for its weaknesses as well as its strengths.

+10, V

Now that we've gotten J's boring weekend out of the way I have BIG TIME news about RLB. (Are you sitting down?...you probably are, but if you're not, you should).
As you know I visited my hometown this weekend and just after my friend and I got back into city limits I got a text from (you guessed it) RLB. I know, right? He was totally MIA for a week and a half (which, let's face it, is closer to 2 months in new-relationship-time). But, regardless, he asked me what I was up to that evening and IF I WANTED TO GET TOGETHER.
(pause for dramatic effect)

He actually used a question mark. This is uncharted behaviour for RLB so, naturally my interest was piqued. We texted back-and-forth a bit and after explaining that he wanted to talk about why he went MIA we agreed to meet at a restaurant near my apartment.

I had 2.5 hours to prepare myself so I got in touch with several of my girls (including J, of course) and I managed to determine appropriate attire, footwear, hairstyle, and several hypothetical reasons that he might give me.  I have to say that my friend A who was with me the first night I met RLB stated that she really didn't think I would like him and that I did have a bit to drink that night.


The time (7pm) finally came and I braved the cold to go meet RLB after two glasses of wine.

As soon as I got there and saw him I almost died!!!  He had blue faded jeans, white runners (not the cool kind) and a blue faded zip up hoodie with a soccer ball and the number 49 on it.  He also was not wearing a ball cap like the first time we met and let me say that he was in dire need of a haircut.

We sat down, ordered drinks and began small talk.  I will say that besides his clothing choice and hair he does really have a cute smile and nice eyes.  That just isn't enough for me though.

So... small talk, blah, blah, blah, another drink ordered blah, blah, blah and I decide to ask what it was that he wanted to tell me.  Get ready cause I'm sure you won't be expecting what happens next cause I sure didn't!

He starts telling me about a girlfriend he had at the age of 16 who broke up with him which broke his heart and how his parents told him that it was because he smothered her.  He now says that he tends to be the opposite and pull away.  He also eluded to the fact that something happened to him when he was younger and now has a very hard time trusting people.

At this point I switched to honesty-mode because, seriously it was painfully obvious that this was going nowhere.  So I dropped some knowledge on him; "You're telling me some parts but not all parts, you may as well tell me everything because I'm pretty sure we will never see each other again and if you want my advice you should take it now."  I did say this in a nice way, if you know me, I honestly wasn't upset and actually wanted to help the guy out.

Here are a few of the key phrases I used while actually giving him some good advice:
"You've got a lot of issues and this is going to cause a lot of problems for you" I also added

"Why didn't you tell me this on the phone? I didn't expect to ever hear from you again. I actually thought you were a drug addict with all your dissapearing texts for days."

Did I mention how happy I was that my seat put me in a prime position to view the Calgary Flames game that was on in the bar? Let's just say that was the only thing besides my wine buzz that saved the evening from being a total waste.

We got separate bills, and I left my money on the table and went to the washroom. When I got back to the table RLB (or, should we now call him RLD - Real Life Disaster) had put a few extra dollars on the table ($3.00). I  asked him if he'd paid and he said that the waitress had come to take his money...but my money was still there.

Moral of the story: I went out with a guy that I met once whom I didn't expect to ever hear from again and he gave me a bunch of crap about things that happened to him half a lifetime ago and then he may (or may not) have stiffed our server.

2011 is looking awesome!!!