Oh yes, isn't it fun to look like a total asshole? It must be because I just keep doing it. Why don't I ever just listen to the little voice in my head? The one that says: DANGER! DANGER! This is not a good idea. So I was trying to use WB to deflect Jace and it backfired in my face. Sweet. Jace wanted to take me out on Friday night. WB was my date Friday night, he and I talked it over and it would be best if Jace thought that I was seeing someone else. We thought that would make it easier for him and I to be 'just friends'. Why in the hell do I listen to some idiot bull rider, that has the relationship experience of a grasshopper?
The way Friday night started I should have known to put the drink down and back away slowly. WB shows up, late as usual. He is all lovey and snugly. RED FLAG. Slapping my ass every time he walks by. I try and tell him that I don't think this is necessary, he does not care. You just can't take the arrogance out of the cowboy. Off he goes to talk a short man game on KL. Another issue. Jace shows up. He is being surprisingly normal. WB on the other hand thinks this is a great time to try and suck my face off. The man can kiss, well I thought that he could. It might have been the bottle of So Co the previous weekend that made me think so. Not the point. PDA in a crowded bar is just not my cup of tea. WB pouts like a two year old and is out the door on his phone 10 seconds later.
I think nothing of it. In my book, cowboys are some of the biggest pouters. About 20 minutes later he walks in the bar, gets his pool stick, announces that he is meeting some girl about an hours drive from here and he is gone. Great. Look who has the asshole spotlight on them now. Oh, you guessed right. It's me. Jace rushes over to see if I am OK. Shit. Yup, I'm fine. Nothing like public humiliation to ruin your buzz.
Half a bottle and an hour later the buzz is back better than ever. Joe calls and I escape outside to talk to him for a while. He was in one of his moods and I start to wonder if men have PMS. He hates it where he is. He was a little mad when I told him that I might have to wait until August to come out and see him. OK he was more than a little mad. He tells me that my visit is all that has been keeping him sane for the last few weeks and that he can't stand the thought of waiting that long to see me. I try and tell him that a commitment that I made to my brothers and the rest of my family is taking higher priority. He yells about how he wishes he was a priority at all in my life. He then decides that we should just cut our loses and not worry about ever seeing each other again. This is when I take just a moment to reflect. Blown off by two guys in one night, that must be some kind of record? T and R thought that I was missing and form a search party to look for me. Um I was 30 ft away. I rejoin the party feeling only slightly pitiful. Jace won't quite touching me. T gets into a screaming match with Cletus. He has had a major attitude for the last few weeks and I have to admit we are all damn tired of it. He has an opinion about everyone and everything but nobody else is allowed too. It's about this point that I decide it would be a lovely night for a stroll and slip out the door. My house is about 3 blocks away. I wasn't mad or sad or anything. I just knew it was time to leave. T shows up and makes me get in the car. She takes me home and then proceeds to tell me how none of the men that I date or even hang out with are any good for me and that I should leave this place and never come back. She goes on and on about how I can't settle the way that she did. The buzz that I have worked so hard to regain is gone again.
So it's 1am and I could really use a nap. Not gonna happen. Everyone shows up to party at my house. R and B. C and R. Jace, his sister and Ryan. My own personal version of married hell. T and J are fighting so they stay home. That's an upside. For the most part the boys hang outside with us girls inside. The party starts to die about 4am Ryan is asleep in my guest room. Jace can't just leave his buddy there. Jace wants to stay and sleep on the couch. Yes in my foggy brain I really thought that was how it was gonna go. He lasts on the couch about 10 minutes and then he is in my room wanting to cuddle with me. We have to go over all the reason's that we are not going to be an item and we are not going to live happily ever after. I even go so far as to tell him that I am going to see Joe in July or August and that I just might not come back. He wants to see what will happen with us until then. Hey Jace, is it the N or the O that you don't understand? No we are not going to go out. No we are not going to live happily ever after and no you are not sleeping in my bed. I might have been a tad bit grumpy, it was 6 in the morning. Luckily when I woke up everyone was gone. I had 3 missed calls and 4 text messages on my phone. Turns out Joe was feeling really bad about his little tantrum. I let him stew about it until Sunday afternoon. Then I answered his call.
The rest of the weekend was spent with my fam. They are alot less drama.-V
3 years ago
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