So last night I went to a BBQ with shortstop at his friend’s house. I was so nervous to meet a bunch of people it was insane. You know me, belle of the ball, everyone’s best friend…yet I was nervous. I got there a little late & didn’t eat a THING there, because everyone already had eaten. Thankfully, last night I ate a piece of string cheese.. I am sure the pounds of salt I have been inhaling the past week have made up for it. But honestly, who gets invited to a BBQ & doesn't offer their guests any food or anything to drink for that matter. Thankfully I brought something to drink or I would have been pretty bummed out.
Shortstop met me out front and introduced me to everyone. I couldn’t name 3 names if I wanted to. He stuck by my side for the first part of the evening. Then the crowd split and I was in a circle of women gabbing about hair, pregnancy, and periods. Brian then exited stage left & went & talked cars with the boys. I had a good time. I like his friends. I really didn’t get to hang out with HIM a lot though. Like I get it, you want to hang out with your friends, at their house, but come on- I really don't know these people.
I was totally ready to leave, but shortstop was at this point, in the garage with the boys looking at the engine of some sweet car. I don’t know. It was funny. But thankfully he came out to check on me, and I told him I was ready to get going. He walked me out to my car and we talked & made out for a bit & then I took off. I told him I wanted to go to his softball game on Friday (he's been inviting me for over a week). Which I think will be fun because I know some of the girls who will be there.
I didn’t get to actually talk to him about my Ex though. I really wanted an opportunity to tell him about that so he could really know me, and so that I can potentially bring him around people and not have someone say something inappropriate. Some of my friends, though they mean well, are not the most impressive around new people. I guess I have time.
I get back into my car after making out, and there’s a text from THE DOCTOR asking me if I was up, and if it was too late to chat! So I texted him back and told him I was up. He called me (OMG BOYS STILL DO TALK ON THE PHONE) and we were on the phone from 11 until after 1 am. He’s pretty awesome. We laughed, and we shared a few stories, and we set plans for Saturday. I am really excited to hang out with him. He seems really cool and down to earth. He runs… uh-ho this girl does NOT RUN. I barley walk fast… But that’s a minor detail. I am sure we are going to laugh all night, because that’s what we’ve been doing since our first conversation.
So. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys.
What’s a girl to do with so many boys & such little time?
Plus 2 dates in one weekend? I’m exhausted just thinking about it. Is this what “putting yourself out there” really means???