So I guess the best place to start is from the beginning. I started my dating career in earnest during the summer of 2007. Up until that point I had gotten involved with guys who I was friends with first. It always just seemed to work out that the guys I hung around with had friends who caught my eye and we would date. As I have gotten older those types of opportunities have dried up. Most of my friends are married or in long term relationship, and by extension they hang out with more married people. Kind of like in Bridget Jones’ Diary when she is the only Singleton at a Married Peoples dinner party. The dating game is just not the same after you hit 30.
My first real experience came in July of 2007 when I met up with some friends (again a long-term-relationship-type-couple) at one of the local bars for the Hotrod Hootenanny. Now, I look forward to the Hootenanny every year because I get to dress up, put on my dancing heels and spend time partying, listening to great music, and checking out the local talent (hot guys).
I had been at the party for about an hour laughing, and talking with my friends and meeting some great new people when “The Baconator”* (don’t worry, an explanation for the name is coming) offered to buy me a drink. I thought nothing of it because I had decided once again that being single and not worrying about guys was the easiest way to live. We spent the rest of the night talking, and although I thought he was cute I hadn’t thought past that. I knew he was there with a girl (we’ll call her Red) who didn’t like me and I figured they were an item. So I was surprised when at the end of the night he pulled me aside and asked for my phone number because he had to leave. I asked him if he was leaving because his girlfriend Red was ready to go and he said ‘No, she’s not my girlfriend, we are just best friends’. The events that followed that seemingly innocent conversation should have told me to cut my losses and run…but the Fates were asleep at the wheel and I proceeded to give him my number.
It was like watching an episode of Jerry Springer from the front lines…Just as he pulled out his cell phone and began to type my number, Red came around the corner swinging like a practiced batter and slapped The Baconator right in the face all the while screaming about what he thought he was doing and whose number was he taking down? I watched as he grabbed her hand mid-second swing and told her it was none of her business. She stormed off leaving, The Baconator, myself and a few bystanders stunned. I didn’t know what else to say but, ‘so I guess that’s your not girlfriend right?’ he apologized for the scene and again asked for my number. By this time I was intrigued so I gave up the digits in full and gave him a hug goodbye. That’s when he kissed me and I thought…this is going to be trouble.
More to come…
*The Baconator, is nicknamed so because on one of the many nights we hung out, he asked me if I wanted to get something to eat at Wendy’s where I thought he would be buying me a meal. Wrong. He ordered a Baconator sandwich with an extra meat patty, and extra bacon and then proceeded to ask me if I could pay because he didn’t have any cash. Seriously people what was I thinking?
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