I’ve been in a funk. I really don’t want to go anywhere or do anything. I have reasons for this, which I won’t bore you with those details. Suffice it to say merely, that I’ve come to enjoy the simplicity of staying home by myself.
But a friend of mine was having a birthday party, and as much as I wanted to cancel, Alex (of Urbandater) scared me into going. Mostly I knew I should go anyway.
I get there an it’s as I’ve feared. All girls. Ok there’s J the host, and some guy across the room who seemed fun but totally not interested. He was way occupied by size 2 hotties and seemed completely satisfied with that. Can’t really blame him.
Cassie’s friends are a variety of girls. Usually on the side of girly girls. Fabulous women, but not usually my kind of company. I can be fabulous, but I can’t pull it off 24/7 without a lobotomy or other major brain transformation. The draw to just sit down and chug a beer while wearing a T-shirt and jeans.. is just too powerful.
I’m a mix of girly and tomboy.
So for the first 20 minutes or so, I was bored but trying to make the best of it by talking to some random girl who was the least fabulous one. She still had fantastic heels on, but jeans, T-shirt, and cardigan. She’d just gotten off work she said. She seemed ok and possibly fun, but we were interrupted.
In came the rest of the party, a group of 3 men and one girl. The men were above average looks and trendy. One caught my eye.
His name was sexy… for safety sake lets call him Mr. Dirt. I’ve always liked his name. Its short with no need for a nickname. So when he looked at me and introduced himself, I was interested.
It also helped that he has that real look. He’s not glamorous handsome. He’s not some kind of model. He doesn’t look like he works out 24/7. But his face is handsome and he’s got great hair (the kind you want to run your hands through and wonder what it might look like in the morning). He’s got just a little “extra” but otherwise he looks fit and healthy. He has that “I use my brain” look that I absolutely love.
We talked briefly before he turned his back to me to talk to another girl. It confused me because he seemed interested at first, and I was certain I’d not said anything off-putting. *shrug*
So I mingle. He mingles. But its a small apartment so we often end up next to each other. Each time, he seems to pull away or move away from me.
Ok, Ok… I fucking get it already. You’re not interested. Point Taken.
Its getting late and I’m getting bored as all hell. So I decide to leave. I grab my jacket and purse, and say my goodbyes.
Then Mr Dirt notices. He looks up shocked from his conversation with Hottie #4 or so, and makes eye contact. His conversation is stopped and all his concentration is on me.
He says to me.. mouths really.. “Oh you’re leaving?” in a way that makes me think he’s kicking himself for not getting my number.
I’m nod yes as I’m saying goodbye to some friends near him.
He moves to say Goodbye to me, and awkwardly approaches me as if he can’t decide to initiate a hug or handshake.
We shake hands. I leave puzzled.
Cassie’s having another party tomorrow night. I don’t know if Mr Dirt will be there or not. I wasn’t planning to go, but I may. *shrugs* I’ve not much else to do, so we’ll see how I feel tomorrow.