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Okay, something more interesting (and waaaaay less whiney):
I went to my fourth wedding of the summer this weekend and it was incredible. I'm so blessed to have been a part of Kayla and Andrew's special day. I helped Lauren V. coordinate the day, so we were busy from 10am until midnight. But it was so much fun!! I love event planning and coordinating details. Okay, actually, I don't like the planning part as much as I like the implementing. Anyway, this is hardly the fun stuff.
One of the ushers at the wedding was super cute and totally asked for my number. You see, I was coordinating where the ushers and groomsmen needed to be throughout the day and found myself to be particularly fond of one of them, his name being Greg. He's cute and friends with the groom from college. He asked a few questions about the coordinating and I brought him water as he greeted people and handed out programs. Much later, when the reception was in full swing, we kept making eye contact out on the dance floor. Well, he was dancing, and I was standing near the walls/doors near Lauren, Laura, and Gina. He came over to me and told me I needed to be dancing. I said I was coordinating. He said I was done and needed to dance. And then I had to go do something...I recall that I left because I was needed. As I left, I told him that he should save a dance for me and he agreed. Well, later on, we had danced a little, which was fun. And then a little later still, he came up to me to ask if the groom's room was unlocked. I said that it should be, since the bridal suite was. He said okay. And then their was a long pause as I waited for him to go to the groom's room. He said nothing. So I, somewhat seriously, somewhat sarcastically, asked if he needed assistance. He said yes, you need to come with me. So I went with him. Let's be real here: I went with him because he's cute. Anyway, on our way down there, I discovered that he is getting his MBA in Accounting and lives in San Diego. I mention having an MA in Counseling from USD and that I live in North Park. And then he says that HE lives in North Park. Turns out, we live 3 blocks away from each other. We discussed local hangouts and hot spots. And then he said something to the effect of "So I'll need to get your phone number." And so I give it to him, and he calls me so that I have his, and it's grand. We made our way back to the reception (oh, he grabbed his wallet from the groom's room) and went to talk to Lauren. Well, rather Lauren just shook her head at me having seen me leave the reception with an usher. I love Lauren and her facial expressions. A little later, he was most definitely intoxicated and was dancing up a storm with everyone. We ended up dancing to the last slow song together because they groomsmen he had been comically dancing with ditched Greg for a girlfriend...lol. After dancing, he reaffirmed that we had each other's phone number and kissed me on the cheek. Cute. Finally, much later, I was loading presents into the car and he offered to help. Lauren was wary of his assistance based on him being intoxicated, but I trusted him (and threatened that if he broke anything, he'd have to replace it) and let him carry the big boxes. They made it safely to the car. And then it was time to head back to the hotel. Multiple people were milling around waiting for cabs, and I offered up the 3 seats in my very small backseat. Two groomsmen and one of their girlfriends jumped at the offer before I could personally offer a seat to Greg. Oh well. I drove Greg's friends back to the Marriot with Lauren and I and the night ended.
SO. Where to go from here? My friend Shannon suggests that I have nothing to lose by calling him up and seeing if he wants to grab a drink. Theoretically this would be done tomorrow (Wednesday) so that we can make plans for a) Thursday, b) Friday, or c) sometime next week. And Wednesday seems like an appropriate time has passed since the wedding on Saturday. Not that I enjoy playing the whole "3 day" game, but there is some merit to it. I would have appeared far too eager to call him on Sunday or Monday to see about grabbing a drink later in the week, but I also would have felt awkward if I didn't suggest hanging out when I did call. And then there is the whole dilemma of waiting for him. I know, if I guy likes you, he will make it happen. But what if he thinks that he was just drunk and I was far more sober and that I didn't actually like him and was just humoring him. Or what if he was just drunk and flirtatious and I could have been any girl. See? It's tough to meet and date people. Which is why I am going into this with an open mind. I'm calling because he is a friend of a friend and we live in the same neighborhood. I haven't made any new friends in our new cute neighborhood, so this would be good. And if it's not romantic, so be it. At least I'd have someone who might want to carpool up to San Juan Capistrano every once in a while to visit our dear married friends, right? Friendship is truly fine by me. So, I resolve that I should call him tomorrow evening, perhaps around 7pm. That will ensure that he is most likely not at work, but if I get voicemail, I can assume he's in class, but when he gets the message, it might not be too late to call back.
And you want to know the other reason why I'll call him?? Because it sets a good precedent. If I start with a call, I'm more likely to recieve a call in the future. Besides, texting gets to convaluted and complicated and I can't stand it. Not with guys anyway.
So that's my story (I say this phrase so much, it's starting to annoy me, but I continue to say it...hmm) and I'm done for the night.
If you've got thoughts on anything I wrote, let me know. :)
I went to my fourth wedding of the summer this weekend and it was incredible. I'm so blessed to have been a part of Kayla and Andrew's special day. I helped Lauren V. coordinate the day, so we were busy from 10am until midnight. But it was so much fun!! I love event planning and coordinating details. Okay, actually, I don't like the planning part as much as I like the implementing. Anyway, this is hardly the fun stuff.
One of the ushers at the wedding was super cute and totally asked for my number. You see, I was coordinating where the ushers and groomsmen needed to be throughout the day and found myself to be particularly fond of one of them, his name being Greg. He's cute and friends with the groom from college. He asked a few questions about the coordinating and I brought him water as he greeted people and handed out programs. Much later, when the reception was in full swing, we kept making eye contact out on the dance floor. Well, he was dancing, and I was standing near the walls/doors near Lauren, Laura, and Gina. He came over to me and told me I needed to be dancing. I said I was coordinating. He said I was done and needed to dance. And then I had to go do something...I recall that I left because I was needed. As I left, I told him that he should save a dance for me and he agreed. Well, later on, we had danced a little, which was fun. And then a little later still, he came up to me to ask if the groom's room was unlocked. I said that it should be, since the bridal suite was. He said okay. And then their was a long pause as I waited for him to go to the groom's room. He said nothing. So I, somewhat seriously, somewhat sarcastically, asked if he needed assistance. He said yes, you need to come with me. So I went with him. Let's be real here: I went with him because he's cute. Anyway, on our way down there, I discovered that he is getting his MBA in Accounting and lives in San Diego. I mention having an MA in Counseling from USD and that I live in North Park. And then he says that HE lives in North Park. Turns out, we live 3 blocks away from each other. We discussed local hangouts and hot spots. And then he said something to the effect of "So I'll need to get your phone number." And so I give it to him, and he calls me so that I have his, and it's grand. We made our way back to the reception (oh, he grabbed his wallet from the groom's room) and went to talk to Lauren. Well, rather Lauren just shook her head at me having seen me leave the reception with an usher. I love Lauren and her facial expressions. A little later, he was most definitely intoxicated and was dancing up a storm with everyone. We ended up dancing to the last slow song together because they groomsmen he had been comically dancing with ditched Greg for a girlfriend...lol. After dancing, he reaffirmed that we had each other's phone number and kissed me on the cheek. Cute. Finally, much later, I was loading presents into the car and he offered to help. Lauren was wary of his assistance based on him being intoxicated, but I trusted him (and threatened that if he broke anything, he'd have to replace it) and let him carry the big boxes. They made it safely to the car. And then it was time to head back to the hotel. Multiple people were milling around waiting for cabs, and I offered up the 3 seats in my very small backseat. Two groomsmen and one of their girlfriends jumped at the offer before I could personally offer a seat to Greg. Oh well. I drove Greg's friends back to the Marriot with Lauren and I and the night ended.
SO. Where to go from here? My friend Shannon suggests that I have nothing to lose by calling him up and seeing if he wants to grab a drink. Theoretically this would be done tomorrow (Wednesday) so that we can make plans for a) Thursday, b) Friday, or c) sometime next week. And Wednesday seems like an appropriate time has passed since the wedding on Saturday. Not that I enjoy playing the whole "3 day" game, but there is some merit to it. I would have appeared far too eager to call him on Sunday or Monday to see about grabbing a drink later in the week, but I also would have felt awkward if I didn't suggest hanging out when I did call. And then there is the whole dilemma of waiting for him. I know, if I guy likes you, he will make it happen. But what if he thinks that he was just drunk and I was far more sober and that I didn't actually like him and was just humoring him. Or what if he was just drunk and flirtatious and I could have been any girl. See? It's tough to meet and date people. Which is why I am going into this with an open mind. I'm calling because he is a friend of a friend and we live in the same neighborhood. I haven't made any new friends in our new cute neighborhood, so this would be good. And if it's not romantic, so be it. At least I'd have someone who might want to carpool up to San Juan Capistrano every once in a while to visit our dear married friends, right? Friendship is truly fine by me. So, I resolve that I should call him tomorrow evening, perhaps around 7pm. That will ensure that he is most likely not at work, but if I get voicemail, I can assume he's in class, but when he gets the message, it might not be too late to call back.
And you want to know the other reason why I'll call him?? Because it sets a good precedent. If I start with a call, I'm more likely to recieve a call in the future. Besides, texting gets to convaluted and complicated and I can't stand it. Not with guys anyway.
So that's my story (I say this phrase so much, it's starting to annoy me, but I continue to say it...hmm) and I'm done for the night.
If you've got thoughts on anything I wrote, let me know. :)