Once I confirmed that The Fourth was coming to my, Sophie’s and Dwight’s cocktail party last Saturday night, I was kind of excited, but mostly I doubted that anything would change. When I told a couple of my friends about him before the party, I said he was too afraid to ask me out and one of the girls suggested that maybe I help him out a little. I refused and I stand by it. Honestly, I need a guy that I can’t walk all over and if a dude can’t get the balls to ask me out, how is he going to get them later for more difficult decisions?
Once he got there, I seriously didn’t recognize him at first because he wasn’t wearing his glasses. I have to say that I definitely prefer the no-glasses look; he has pretty blue eyes and they stand out more without the glasses. I introduced him to some people and gave him a tour of the house. I don’t think that we were downstairs long before flip cup started. He was supposed to be on my team, but two of my out-of-town friends wanted to be on the same team (my team) and they asked him to switch. If I had been less drunk, I might have pointed out to them that he didn’t know anyone but me and it’d probably be nicer for him to stay on my team, but I was drunk enough to not think about it.
So he stayed all through flip cup and did wind up on my team eventually. He’d sometimes put his arms around my waist and be a little touchy-feely; I didn’t mind. Actually, I enjoyed it, but that’s not surprising. I’m very touchy-feely myself when I’ve been drinking.
Later in the evening, Nelson knocked me backwards onto my couch so that my legs hung over the side and he wouldn’t help me up. The Fourth came and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, telling me that he had to leave. “Noooooo, don’t go!” I told him. Since I’m bossy when I’m sober, I’m even bossier when I’m drunk. He insisted that he had to leave and said that he’d text me or something the next day. I think that I said I didn’t believe him and he reminded me that he was the last one to text, so I owed him one. I picked up my phone right then and sent “Don’t go!” followed by several smiley faces. Those were unintentional, but I’m still impressed that my spelling and punctuation were correct.
Still standing right there, he texted, “I have to and you need your beauty sleep!” I was a tiny bit outraged when I read that. “Are you saying that I’m ugly?!” I demanded, knowing full well that he didn’t think any such thing. I’ve learned over time that if I start accusing guys of insulting me when they haven’t, they’ll try to make it up to me and right then, I just wanted him to do as I said and hang out longer. See what I mean about needing a guy that I can’t walk all over? I’m a bitch otherwise.
He assured me that that was not what he meant, but he still insisted that he had to leave. He kissed me on the cheek again and I—again—demanded that he stay. He refused and we went back and forth like that, with him leaning to kiss me on the cheek another time, and then lightly on the lips. That time I kissed him back, so the next time that he leaned down he kissed me on the mouth a second time and it turned into a real kiss. Score! He might have kissed me one more time, but then he said good bye and went to leave. At that point I was a little annoyed because I wasn’t getting my way and because I really wanted to get off of that couch and in all that time he hadn’t felt the need to help me up. My friend since pre-school, Keri, helped me up and she started filling me in on what she and The Fourth had talked about earlier in the evening when I wasn’t around.
I figure that you’re getting this fourth-hand; I got it second-hand from Keri, so this would be third-hand if I hadn’t been drunk. Since I was, I’m a little uncertain of the facts, but here’s what I think she said: The Fourth told her that he likes me and thinks that I’m cool. Also, he mentioned how his dad met me first. I don’t know if this is right, but I think that he said that after his dad met me, he told The Fourth that I was cute and he should meet me. It’s also possible that it was the second time when I met his dad (after I’d already met The Fourth) that he told him that I was cute and he should go out with me. Either way, I’m totally stoked that his dad thought that much of me! Win! Keri had actually assumed that The Fourth and I were already a couple, so she was surprised when I explained that we weren’t. She insists that he definitely likes me, though. Well, duh. Hasn’t changed the fact that he hasn’t asked me out.
A newly single friend of mine, Xavier, was there and asked me to point out the single ladies. I pointed out Keri and Isabelle and reminded him that I was single, too. “Yeah, but you’re out of my league,” he replied. I shrugged and said, “If you think that, then I probably am.” I didn’t mean it in a mean way, just that if he thinks that, why should I think any differently? Besides, what was an appropriate response? “No, I’m not”? That would devalue me and I’m not going to do that. I guess that I could have made a joke like, “You bet I am!” but that would have been kind of mean. Also, I was still drunk at this point and unable to reason out a thoughtful answer.
I should add that I kind of like that The Fourth didn't just give in when I wanted him to hang out longer. I should not be rewarded for my bossy stubbornness.
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