Last weekend I went to see a band called Crazy X with my sister. I met she, her husband, and several of their friends at Manhatten’s.
I’ve known most of her friends for at least a couple of years. One guy, THE-man for years, as he is a good friend of my brother-in-law. Lately, he’s been causing some awkward scenes. Two weekends ago, while at her pool party, he asked when I was going to take off my t-shirt and shorts to show off my sexy body. Last weekend, he sat next to me and chatted amiably, but one of the women mentioned, “ohhhh he likes you.” Yeah… I know… and it’s awkward. He’s a great guy in many ways; however, despite being NOT my type (short and a smoker), he has other RED FLAG alerts that should warn any woman away. He lives with his mother and has for years. He has had 2 major tickets, both involving intoxication, and one was for driving the wrong way down the interstate while doing over 80. Soooooooooo… not the best option, you know?
We headed inside, and my sister and I were surrounded by the other guys, all of whom were over 6’. Standing to watch the band, THE-man moved behind me and started to dance. I stepped forward out of his grasp, turned to face him, and continued dancing until the song ended. Then I moved to the left, and away from his “circle.” After another beer, he was back. By this point, I was dancing with the 6’4” state trooper with the shaved head. Nice guy.
I’ve known State Trooper a while, not as long as THE-man, but several years. I was bemused when he too placed his hands at my waist and started dancing. He NEVER dances; however, song after song, he managed to keep a beat and avoid the prom rock. THE-man looked a bit peeved despite the fact that he and I have never been anything but friends…family really; I consider him like a brother.
State Trooper’s usual date is slightly plump, scantily clad, and frequently Asian or Hispanic. His last girlfriend was a Native American, and her voluptuous body was barely contained in any outfit I ever saw her wear. I’d met her on numerous occasions, and her sweet, but vacant looks were typical of his previous “dates.” If they had a few brain cells between them all, a spark was possible. They were also less independent in general, and quite clingy/touchy – feely while hanging out in group settings. Sooooooooooo, while we danced, I wondered what he was up to with me.
The evening ended abruptly during a dance when I felt something funny. I thought I was stepping on uneven tiles on the floor… but no. I had a shoe casualty. 😦
Once the problem was identified, I opted to leave. THE-man tried insisting he walk me to my car. Instead, State Trooper placed his hand at my elbow and guided me to the door. My sister intervened to gently distract THE-man. State Trooper was a perfect gentleman; he hugged me good night, told me he had a great time, and then asked where I liked to go dancing on the South Side. I named a few spots, and he said we should exchange numbers and catch up. I concurred. So far, we’ve texted a few times, but we haven’t set a time to hang out, talk, date…whatever. Perhaps he’s reconsidered now that he’s had time to think about the independent, smart, smart-ass I am.