so........ the boy decided to spring on me that I would be meeting his friends prior to last meeting of t.u./Aggies football game (damn you Deloss)here in the South, for a 7pm game against your bitter rival, the BBQ pit starts at dawn.. and the drinking isnt far behind.
after a screwdriver at 11am, you'd feel pretty chatty too
and having steaks offered to you several times (even though I tried declining due to not being an expected guest) doesnt hurt either ;)
but of course, I royally suck at daytime drinking.
*really I am awful at extended-time, paced activity. thus why I run 5ks and not marathons!
and got upset due to lack of affection/general progress in our dating relationship
and with all other emotions due to gma #1 dying this week, I cried.
i really hope his friends didnt see.
still pretty mortified. but you cant get a do-over so I guess if he likes me enough, he'll stick around!
11.30.2011
saw'em off (or tried to....damn t-sips)
11.12.2011
daddy's girl
most self-respecting southern boys know this but it bears repeating....
never ever mess with daddy's little girl.
and for that matter, dont mess with daddy himself.
case-in-point.
gma #1 was in nursing home after broken hip, and not doing well due to an aggravated ulcer/loss of "spark"
gma #2 had been to dr yesterday due to severe lethargy and results would either be something super simple or super bad
I hadn't been dating kountryboy for a month yet even. but we felt even on our first date that we were inexplicably (and unusually) comfortable around each other.
he's originally from another small town about an hr from my small hometown, but only about 20 mins away from the other small town my dad works in
(small town is a running theme in my life, in case you hadnt noticed)
anyways I was home alone, not thinking anything of much except how rough the holidays would be if we lost gma #1 (note to self. dont dwell on how bad it is... it can always get worse) that I didnt expect to hear a knock at the back door.
imagine my surprise when the boy walks in (back in town an hour earlier than normal days) and we're chilling on the couch, cuddling and watching tv when my phone rings. its "home"
I almost ignore the call, but for some unknown reason, pick it up.
mom and dad are on the line with news about gma #2's results. and its bad. very bad
so I cry. he holds me. I listen to options, plan of action, worst/best scenarios.
and then at the end of the conversation, my dad asks about the boy. and this is surprising because I hadnt let on that he was here with me.
and as the certainty of his tone sets me off that something is different, I realize that the boy knew I was getting bad news tonight.
daddy had tracked down his parents through a mutual friend at work and they had passed dad's number to the boy and the boy and dad had talked.
**note that boy and parents have obviously not met yet as we've only been dating a month.**
I am in utter and complete shock. over the news. over my dad's tactics. over conflicting emotions over feeling like the boy has been drug into the inner circle much too soon vs my appreciation for this show of support.
and now all that's left is to take things day by day.... and deal the best I can
never ever mess with daddy's little girl.
and for that matter, dont mess with daddy himself.
case-in-point.
gma #1 was in nursing home after broken hip, and not doing well due to an aggravated ulcer/loss of "spark"
gma #2 had been to dr yesterday due to severe lethargy and results would either be something super simple or super bad
I hadn't been dating kountryboy for a month yet even. but we felt even on our first date that we were inexplicably (and unusually) comfortable around each other.
he's originally from another small town about an hr from my small hometown, but only about 20 mins away from the other small town my dad works in
(small town is a running theme in my life, in case you hadnt noticed)
anyways I was home alone, not thinking anything of much except how rough the holidays would be if we lost gma #1 (note to self. dont dwell on how bad it is... it can always get worse) that I didnt expect to hear a knock at the back door.
imagine my surprise when the boy walks in (back in town an hour earlier than normal days) and we're chilling on the couch, cuddling and watching tv when my phone rings. its "home"
I almost ignore the call, but for some unknown reason, pick it up.
mom and dad are on the line with news about gma #2's results. and its bad. very bad
so I cry. he holds me. I listen to options, plan of action, worst/best scenarios.
and then at the end of the conversation, my dad asks about the boy. and this is surprising because I hadnt let on that he was here with me.
and as the certainty of his tone sets me off that something is different, I realize that the boy knew I was getting bad news tonight.
daddy had tracked down his parents through a mutual friend at work and they had passed dad's number to the boy and the boy and dad had talked.
**note that boy and parents have obviously not met yet as we've only been dating a month.**
I am in utter and complete shock. over the news. over my dad's tactics. over conflicting emotions over feeling like the boy has been drug into the inner circle much too soon vs my appreciation for this show of support.
and now all that's left is to take things day by day.... and deal the best I can
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