I forgot to mention how Saturday went. Or what Saturday was, actually. I forgot to mention a lot of things, it seems. So here goes. And it's pretty stupid on my part, so prepare yourself.
So Steven has a new girlfriend. Steven, of course, is the guy I talked about a lot in the beginning of the blog posts. So Steven has a new lady friend. She's pretty cool, considering that she's only just 19. Turned 19 on Monday, actually. Saturday was kind of her birthday thing. Anyway, she was supposed to come over with Steven, her friend, Steven's friend, and the newly retired Marine I keep talking about that just happens to be Steven's best friend since he was in the second grade, apparently. Now, most people would be smart enough to stay away from friends of former crushes but I, being so smart, looked over that little rule. Steven called me and asked if the Marine could invite a lady friend of his own. Ooh. A snag in the plans! Because you know how I feel about the Marine, or how I'm trying to not feel. Trying to be his friend first, and all that. That's working out well so far.
I got off task. So now the Marine wants to bring a friend. I'm not stupid enough to pass this off. I know this is a person of interest for the Marine. So I say yes because, hello, friends first (which was super hard, let me tell you. I was super pissed that God called my bluff and threw in someone new). They are an hour late, so I leave my hot tub on for an hour longer than I should have. But they get to my house and we start partying accordingly. It's super low key all night. The Marine entertains me with all his talk of the service, and the Marine's friend talks about her stint in the army. It's all good.
Until Steven's girlfriend gets upset because she wants to go home and she doesn't feel good, but Steven is having too much fun to notice, and the GF doesn't want to take him away from his friends. But she gets categorically madder with every laugh and smile Steven lets loose. Soon she's crying and refusing to talk to him, but making a scene. So I comfort her as best I can, effectively becoming a third party observer. Which I love, because it always works out fine for me. So I spend the rest of the night keeping the GF company and alienating myself from the rest of the group. Which is a problem, because the Marine is in the hot tub with Steven and everyone else and I just want to be part of the fun, but the GF is refusing to partake in the fun.
Eventually she gets so worked up she asks my brother to take her home. So she tells Steven she's leaving. He gets upset because this is the first time he's heard she wants to leave. And he should have been paying attention to her, yes, but she removed herself from the main action in an effort to get him to chase her. That obviously didn't happen. So now he knows she's upset, and he gets out of the hot tub and goes to talk to her. My brother has officially had enough of her shit, so he goes inside and asks me to tell him if the GF needs him to take her home. She and Steven talk for damn near 20 minutes, and when they come back into the backyard she's all smiles and hugs and a complete 180 from earlier. Did I mention she was 19, and prone to dramatic teenage mood swings?
While they are having their talk, the Marine asks me if everything's okay. It's kind of assumed at this point that we're the liaisons for our respective people. He can tell something's up and he gives zero fucks, kind of like me at this point. After the lovebirds return to the hot tub, the party comes to an end. It's midnight, so it's been a good six hours since they all first arrived. They all help me clean up, then go their merry ways and promise to come back and do this again. I message the Marine and give him my phone number along with an open invitation to come back with his family any time, because that's what pools are for. He says thank you and promises to take me up on the offer when sumer officially starts.
Now the whole night the Marine was a perfect gentleman, introducing himself to my mother and brothers with handshakes, being an amiable bartender and a great conversationalist. We kept making eye contact all night. It was a little awkward and a little cute that it happened so often. I mean, I caught him, he caught me, we looked at the same time. It was fun. But I also know that he wants to put his dick wherever he can, and I'm sure he's noticed that I'm a relationship kind of girl. So nothing came of that mess. I was so afraid of being caught out by him, Steven, the GF, or any other person there. Apparently I was good, and no one noticed anything out of the ordinary. Which is good, because I was trying really hard to ignore him at some points.
So the important parts of the story that you need to remember are that I'm trying and kind of failing to keep the relationship between the Marine and I strictly friends with no pesky feelings in between, getting annoyed by the GF and her immaturity, and realizing that maybe I'm not what the Marine wants in a woman.
I refer to him as the Marine, because even though I've asked for comments and such, no one has commented! So I don't know who's reading this and I don't want to name names. Looking back on Saturday, I guess it wasn't as bad as I initially thought it was. It could have been better, but it was an overall good night. I just got really tired of the drama and all the bullshit it entailed. Hopefully the next time we all meet it won't be as full of potential to turn into a shit storm.
Well it's late, and though I have more to write I will save it for another blog post. Maybe by the time I blog again I'll have seen the Marine and will have another embarrassing story to tell.
Ciao, darlings!
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