Talk about a rough night; the Heat lost to the Spurs, my vacation boyfriend got a girlfriend, and in my quest to move on from meaningless hook-ups is proving to sting a little.
Last night I met up with a girlfriend of mine to kick back some beers and watch the Heat game (well… she wanted to watch the game, I just needed a couple of drinks). As we got to talking she told me about how her social life in regards to men was going. As I listened to her stories of the absolute jackasses she has been set up with and how one guy just tried to put his hands down her pants on the second date I thanked the man/woman upstairs for giving me the courage to shut down those occurrences. You see, as much as that guy said he wanted to date her, he really was more interested in getting into her pants.
We bar hop to another place where some people from Athletics were going to watch the game. In our merriment of drinks and chats I get a text from my now ex-vacation boyfriend. The text was simple enough, he just wanted to let me know that he had a girlfriend and that he really wants only the best for me. I wont lie and tell you that I was okay with it, because after so many drinks it isn’t. I had called him a couple of days ago to let him know that I might be doing a triathlon there in August, but I never got a call back… and now I know why. I’m happy for him, he’s a sweet guy… but still, what the hell!?
During the time my heart sank on this issue, I had been texting (I really hate texting, but this guy always texts) DB. After a couple of drinks and disappointment already delivered through one text, I thought that I should just put my no more meaningless hook-ups ephiphany into practice and decided to call him out.
Me– Just out of curiosity and maybe because I’ve been drinking, but would you ever date me?
DB– I don’t feel like that’s us. But I have and always will care a lot about you
30 min later…
DB– …uh oh
As always, I left no ‘what if’ unturned. I gave it a shot and found out the truth. Did it hurt? Sure, I’m not a robot. Do I regret it? Not a bit. I don’t ask questions I don’t want the honest answer to. Now, as a woman with two ties severed for my own emotional well-being and with a lot of alcohol in her, I chose not to respond. There was nothing for me to say. I gave my girlfriend my phone and decided to order another drink, I mingled and was soon bombarded by questions… I guess I can’t hide how I feel.
At least I wasn’t the only one who lost that night a little something; the Heat lost their first game against the Spurs. On a brighter note, I did have lovely time with my girlfriend. We walked in the rain (Tropical Storm Andrea peed all over Miami yesterday), it was very romantic. I mean really, who doesn’t want to walk in the rain at night with umbrellas by the light of the moon and some light posts?? I thought it was like Dancing in the Rain with Fred Astaire.