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| Dream A Little Dream ... |
06/16/02 - So let me tell you about Friday night ... It was quite interesting. And, again, from a writer's stand point, it was actually fascinating. It was my girl's night out since My Guy was working real late. However, the girl that I was supposed to go out with wasn't feeling good so it was just This Girl's night out. For some reason I got really nervous getting ready to go to the Pub alone. I got to the Pub at 9 p.m. and I went directly to a stool at the end of the bar, the spot I have sat at the few times I've been to the Pub alone. Gees ... within 10 min. I had this guy hitting on me. He wasn't bad looking, but totally not my type, East coaster, loud, touchy feely and rough at that. I certainly wasn't looking to be picked up, and I told him that. But, he wouldn't leave me alone. Big Dude, a regular at the Pub, saw what was happening and came over and sat by us. I felt better. Then I went outside to smoke and this really pretty woman was out there and she started telling me her whole life's story. It's funny how this has been happening to me a lot lately. She developed a liking for me, so I joined her table. That solved the obnoxious guy problem. The band was having problems. Their lead guitar had car troubles and was taking forever to get to the Pub. It was frustrating for everyone. We all needed our hit of blues to keep us from getting blue, I guess. The pretty woman was there with her male cousin (tall and good looking) and her cousin's male friend (shorter and good looking). Seems she's been dating this millionaire ($50 million) for six years and he's given her till Sunday to make up her mind about marrying him. She's rich too but says she only has $1 million. She's moved the wedding date three times already and this is the last chance she gets. It would be her third marriage and she's 43 years old. Thing is though, she said the reason she can't decide is because he is controlling. There wouldn't be much decision in that for me. However, she said he's gotten her through a lot in the last six years, including a bout with cancer. So, I can see why the decision is tough. She asked my opinion. I told her at 43 she has a lot of life ahead of her and the older years are not as bad as she might think. I said she should move on. Being controlled is not worth it. Six years is long enough to know. Anyway, I had three glasses of wine there, only one of which I bought, and two is really my limit. The band finally got together at 10:30. It was worth the wait, they were quite good. I danced a little with the Big Dude and shmoozed with the two good looking guys at my table. Then Little Red, the bar maid, said My Guy was on the phone. It only surprised me a little bit that he called me there. I told him I was going out without him and he seemed to be OK with that, but I know he was a little worried. Red took me back in the kitchen to get the call and I was so drunk, I sort of got lost back there. By the time I found the phone he'd either hung up or the call didn't get put on hold right. When I came out of the kitchen I knew I should leave. I said goodbye to about a dozen people and very cautiously drove myself the few blocks home. The minute I got in the door I just about passed out. I took the phone and ran into my room and fell onto my bed. Somehow I managed to call My Guy and told him he needed to come get me. When he got there I couldn't move myself from my bed. I called for him to come into my room. That's the first time in 5 years I've had a guy in my bedroom. He laid with me on my bed stroking me, telling me I'd be all right, telling me I didn’t have to say I was sorry. I felt so weird. I had forgotten to eat is the problem. That third wine threw me for a loop. My Guy is so understanding. Did I tell you My Guy is a Sagittarius just like me? I think it's one of the few signs where this works. We understand each other’s need for independence, and adventure. We are known dreamers and ... it shows. IT'S THE HOURS, My Guy and my work schedules. The schedules aren't working out too well. He was supposed to work late on Saturday night too and he finally had to tell his boss about us, how he couldn't work late every weekend and weekend days as well and how I worked graveyard during the week. Hopefully we'll see a change in his schedule soon. I’d hate for My Guy to have to come and pick me up off the street corner every Friday night! |