I may or may not look like a bright red cherry right now.
Thus is the sign of a good 4th of July. Isn’t it?
I’m actually sitting here naked (save for my panties) because clothes kinda hurt and I’m hot. — My dog also thinks its hot, so it might not be just cuz I’m burnt. —
I’ve been working too much this last week, and too much networking, and too much of everything busy but not necessarily relaxing.. I left today pretty open to doing just that.
I could have driven down to BFE South Austin to celebrate a friend’s birthday. A friend that I’ve seen and talked to once in the last year. His friends are the psychotic Meg (who was rumored to be attending) and various other women of which I find clicky and annoying. So while it would have been good to see my friend, the event would most likely be boring at best or pushing me toward homicide at worst.
Then there was this free gathering at my apartment complex promising free food and fun at the pool side.
The pool side is actually closer to me than my car. So you can guess to which one I went.
Me and a bunch of girls – VS – the unknown in my backyard.
As most of you know by now, I’m a nervous wreck when it comes to meeting new people in strange places. Especially people who I have to be at least on decent behavior with.. aka make a decent first impression. But I went anyway, crossing my fingers that the organizers were outgoing people who knew how to work a party.
So I go. I walk in and I can’t tell who lives here and who is organizing, but there’s this one girl and her friend that wave me down.
“Hi I’m Sarah, this is Jen” Sarah was a dainty friendly girl, but as it turned out did not live in my complex. Jen however did.
Jen was nice and pointed out that she was the organizer. Her and her husband who she briefly pointed out, but did not introduce me to. She also pointed out some girls sunbathing saying they were friends of hers.
Introductions to anyone else was not forthcoming. Obviously I was supposed to only talk to the girls, and no real effort to even introduce me to them. Yay me.
Sarah made an excuse and left the party, and I made an excuse to go get my towel from my apartment, and left. Went home, grabbed some good food, and then went back.
The party was still well underway, but still the same people. I tried to sunbathe but felt weird. Then I saw that some new people had entered, and so I went to go join the conversation. I stood on the outskirts of the conversation waiting for a way to get a word in or introduce myself… also waiting for the introduction. There was none, and the organizer barely acknowledged that I’d returned.
These people are not good at hosting.
So since there was still about 6 men at the party, I decided to stay a little bit and sat near the entrance and watched them rough house with the few kids that were there. It was kinda cute actually. Ok maybe it was kinda hot.. watching these sexy men play with little kids. (ok that sounds all sorts of wrong.. but nothing more adorable than a sexy guy being fatherly)
That was when one of them noticed me. He was very good looking. Very nice, and very social. He should have been the host.
As it was, he told me the story of nearly everyone there. Which girl belonged with which guy. If they were married, and who their kids were. (this is how you host.. idiots!)
He belonged to no one there, and acted single… aka was flirting with me. He introduced me to the people he knew. Evidently they were all part of a band. He was the drummer.
At first I was thinking… OH no.. enduring drumming practice sessions .. ugh.. but then I thought. HEY.. that means he’s got rhythm. *big evil grin*
He made sure he knew my name, and made sure to pronounce it properly.. asking me several times exactly how I pronounce it.
He’d repeat it. “Maruska. So its not “Meriska”?”
Honestly, so many people over the years have f’d up my name that I honestly don’t care. (My best friend cares btw, and she will correct you.) If its got a “M” and a “KA” in it, I’ll answer.
“Its Maruska, but thats fine.. I answer to it all.” I try to joke, but he looks at me serious.
“I want to get it right. Maruska?”
“Yes thats correct.” I smile.
We end up talking a long time. Just the two of us with no one else.
As I left the party, he repeated my email address to me. He’d done this several times throughout our conversation.
He added me to his Facebook a few days later.