"I don't know your name but I won't let that stop
me from letting you know how incredibly attractive I think you
are.
in peace"
That is the note I left on the Jogging Republican's door.
I didn't sign it. Don't have the cajones to, fear of rejection
is too great. But I hope I made his day. Hopefully I didn't make
him think he's being stalked and go out and buy a gun.
~*~
My trip to Lubbock was ok. The night I got there (dec 27)
R. went out to a bar to see some friends. I wasn't feeling well
and knowing we were going to San Antonio the next day decided
to stay in and took some medicine and went to bed early.
The next morning R said a friend of his, Kay would be calling
around 10a and we'd go out shopping or whatever. Well, at 10
R called asking if Kay had called. No, why?
Well, 4 of their friends that they had met at the bar were
involved in a car crash and 2 died.
We went to San Antonio later that night as planned.
On the 29th we, me and R., Kay and her boyfriend Eric went
to the Alamo Bowl with Eric's parents. We stayed at Eric's parents
house. His mom was born in my hometown and her sister works with
my mom. Small world, huh?
Anyway, I was sicker and feeling like shit and dozed off and
on during the 2nd and 3rd quarters of the Texas Tech v Iowa game.
Woke up for halftime and the 4th quarter. If you didn't watch
the game the score was 19-16 with about 10 seconds left in the
game.
I don't know exactly what happend since I know nothing of
football, but Iowa tackled a Tech player while the ball was still
in the air, a major no-no. But the Iowa players had flooded the
field before the refs made the call, so the play stood. The tech
player was inside the goal line, and if it was a good play, then
the score would have been tied.
So we went to the Riverwalk, which of course was packed since
it was just a mile from the Alamodome. Walked around and I did
my damndest to keep up. We ended up at this little dive bar across
the street and down some steps from the Alamo so R took me up
there to see it. It is pretty after dark. We went back to the
bar and I was feeling like death warmed over and catnaped while
everyone got drunk and played pool.
Then we went to a restruant called the Mad Dog and I had the
damn good popcorn shrimp. Food in my belly perked me up a bit,
but I didn't feel like staying out with the rest of them, so
I went home with Eric's parents, took a hot bath and went to
bed.
The first funeral was New Year's Eve in Dallas. R. asked me
if I minded going. I didn't say anything since he asked me infront
of his friends. No, I have no interest in driving another 8 hrs
to Dallas to be surrounded by sad people mourning a chick I've
never met. Not my idea of a good time, thanks.
But it turned out that R had to cover the nightshift at the
hotel he works at since the guy who normally works had his own
family emergency.
R. took me up to the bar and introduced me to Grif, a very
serious, very sexy barkeep with nice biceps. Grif in turn took
me in and introduced me to a few regulars who used to work there
and were friends of R.'s. "Run her a tab and bring it down
to me," he said to Grif as he headed back downstairs to
the front desk.
It wasn't very busy in there, about 30 people and karoke that
got worse as the night went on. I was the only one with no one
to kiss at midnight which made me depressed so I spent the rest
of the night sitting alone at the bar running up quite a tab.
I normally have 1 or 2 mixed drinks, but that night I had 4 mixed
drinks, a shot and champange. A lot for me and I staggered downstairs
after leaving the sexy Grif a generous tip since he wouldn't
let me see the tab.
I told R. that I thought Griff was hot and wanted to take
him home. I wasn't serious but R thought I was and when he went
back up to pay my tab, told Grif I thought he was cute and if
he wanted, he could take me home.
Grif declined.
That didn't bother me as much as R pimping me out like that.
He said he trusted Grif and was only trying to hook me up. It
still insulted me and pissed me off.
Another thing that pissed me off.
R said that there was a chance that we'd hang out with some
big time executive types and bring something nice to wear. So
I did.
Neither R. or Eric saw what I had brought but somehow I ended
up in Banana Republic with them shopping for me. Eric headed
off to find a nice pair of black or grey pants and R was going
rack to rack holding up tops and asking what I thought. A sales
girl asked if I needed help, I gestured toward them and said,
'I'm being dressed." and I wandered off.
Two guys, dressed very nicely shopping for me, a chick in
a army coat and faded jeans with unwashed hair. A few times Eric
would hold up a pair of pants to me and mumble something to R.
I wandered off and faked interest in some sweaters. R asked
me what was wrong. I told him I had brought some nice stuff and
without looking at it, they decided it wasn't good enough. "I
feel like a fucking charity case." I said. Keeping my head
down I left for the men's dept to pull myself together since
I was dangerously close to crying.
I'm not used to being 'spoiled' as R. put it. I've never had
any guy want to buy me stuff. No clothes, no books, no candy,
no flowers, no plushies, nothing. I'm not used to a guy taking
it upon himself to buy me something.
R found me a few minutes later and asked if he bought me a
top, would I wear it more than once. I nodded. He asked the same
of the pants. 'No.' I said. "you wouldn't? ok, go try these
on and tell me what you like." He hands me the tops.
I try them on, not coming out of the dressing room. I decided
on a black one that laced at the throat. I handed it to him and
he asked if he could buy it for me for Christmas. I said sure.
Then I decided I'd buy a second one in a different color. R.
took it from me and paid for that one as well. 'I want to buy
it myself.' I said at the register. He said no, and I was too
tired to argue.
Later I thanked him and apologized for what I had said. "you
were only being honest." he said. If I had hurt his feelings
or pissed him off, he hid it well.
last time ~ next time
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