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Andy (reunion part 2)

October 6, 2015

Missed part 1? Read part 1 here.

So this classmate of mine, Andy, who I couldn’t stop looking at all night happens to be the ONLY single guy there. Like, jackpot single. Hasn’t been married. Doesn’t have kids. Lives on his own and supports himself (kind of sad that this trait is noteworthy, but I digress). But seriously! He is tall. He has slimmed down, not that he ever needed to. Why wasn’t I ever interested before?! If you aren’t reading this 90 miles an hour you are missing my enthusiasm here!

Some time thru the night Andy started chatting me up. Now, I don’t think I could ever deny that I might have been positioning myself closer and closer to him… but everyone was mingling with everyone. So he starts chatting me up. When I think about it, thru the beer goggles, I do remember him almost like a lost puppy at my side. It makes me smile just recounting the evening! Turns out we have a few things in common that kept a very motivated conversation going.

More beer. More mingling. More Andy by my side. It’s starts to get a bit patchy at this point, but me and Andy end up in a lip lock on the smoker’s balcony. Why are we on the balcony? and how did my lips get on yours?! Who started this? Was it me? Was it him? I do remember that if he was within arm’s reach he had his hand on the small of my back and on the side of my lower back. This, my fellow blogger friends, is one of my buttons even when I’m sober! So now that I think on it, I might have done the initiating…. on one hand I’m sad that I missed out on our first kiss. It’s somewhere locked up with the rest of my beered life moments. On the other hand I’m thanking whatever drunk gods out there for putting me in this situation.

I don’t like the fact that I trashily made out in public, but I DON’T REGRET ANY PART OF THIS NIGHT WHATSOEVER so I just kind of push past that when I recall the night. 🙂

I thought of Sir T… who I KNEW wouldn’t deprive me of something that would make me so happy. I noted the time… Sir T would be have been asleep for hours at this point in the night… So I make an executive decision on my own. I know he would allow me what happens next. No doubts.

I start to come back to reality; I must have stopped drinking… Thank you, drunk me, for becoming too preoccupied to drink more!

We paid our tabs. I found my sister. I told her I was leaving. And Andy dragged me to his truck nearly pulling my arm out of its socket, but I assure you my own need matched his urgency!

What happened after that cannot even be put into words enough to do it justice. It was the single most hottest night of my life. I REAPEAT! THE SINGLE MOST HOTTEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE! Not to mention the epic cuddling, followed by another HOTHOTHOT round the next morning. Followed by a steamy shower together. Followed by him cooking me breakfast and watching Penguins of Madagascar while we ate, cuddled, and kissed more before he took me to my hotel… where he walked me to my room and sat with me, my sister, and my other friend while we packed up and got ready to leave town. Everything about the encounter was perfect. Including the constant texting each other since that night. I can’t stop thinking about him. And he is coming to see me on Friday and it couldn’t get here sooner!

The last time I was this excited about another human being I was married to him 6 years later. Now, I am not trying to get ahead of myself here, but it’s noteworthy.

I told Sir T about all of it. And he is just as excited for me. Speaking of.. I have much more to say on this topic and the co-existing of Sir T and Andy. There is so much in my brain and my heart that I can’t possibly say it all at once.

the dress (reunion part 1)

October 6, 2015

Remember when Sir T took me into the mall the very first day I met him and had me try on a few dresses?? Well, a few weeks later I went back and bought that cute little black dress for my upcoming reunion. And truth be told I was super nervous to actually wear this. It’s definitely the tightest dress I’ve ever worn. I’ve lost 15 pounds this summer, for a total of 50 pounds in the past 6.5 years. And it is taking quite a while for my eyes to catch up to my scale… actually I believe I’ll never see myself accurately in a mirror. So, I stressed about this dress that is showing off my new figure, having to put my trust in others to tell me I look good in it. And to convince myself that my eyes are lying to me. My insecurity is a bastard intent on me hating myself.

Anyway, I tried on this dress every day for a week before my 10 year high school reunion in hopes I would somehow see it right. I took pics. I shared pics with my closest girl friends. They all told me the same thing. Do it. Wear it. You look fantastic. One of my really close friends told me not to pack a second option. She knows me well!

Me and my twin and a few other girls from my class that were bunking together for the reunion were all getting ready. I let myself doubt for just a few more minutes. I put on the dress (and hello! Duh, I put on a girdle too!) and looked in the mirror one last time. I told myself that once I hit that hotel hallway I was NOT going to say one more negative thing about myself. And I didn’t. And after the second beer I didn’t even think about it! Two is always my magic number 🙂

We had a small class and even less people showed up. But all my friends from high school that I would’ve considered close (at least back then) were there! And I had a blast! The girls couldn’t believe I’d lost so much weight. One guy told me he didn’t even recognize me. That all felt really good. I was enjoying myself.

It’s crazy to see all the guys I graduated with being dads and husbands now. Reunions will never be the same now that facebook exists. We don’t have to ask questions like how many kids do you have or what are you doing these days. We see most people on a day to day basis… posting pics of kids and life events. But still seeing them all, it hit me… all these real adults in the room. I mean, they aren’t fooling me. I now know what it feels like to be an adult… and its not very adult feeling at all! But still! these guys that use to shoot the shit in high school are now providing for new human beings in this world. It’s cool!

But also, thanks to facebook (and partly due to small town rumors), I didn’t have to go around saying “I’m divorced” to all 41 of my classmates all night. I never once said it in a serious way. I made a joke that half was a piggy back off my sister’s joke with our cab driver (and Fred, our cab driver, could quite possibly be a blog post all its own) and THAT WAS IT! Very nice surprise.

As I looked around I couldn’t help but notice one guy in particular. It’s another crazy thing to have someone pop out at you so strongly when you’ve known them since you were 11. And they have never struck you in any way good or bad before. He’s been completely neutral to me for my whole life.

Now, I simply cannot go on with this blog until I share what happened that night. I’ve kept this in for a full week and a couple days now and I’m about to burst with words!!! Stay tuned!