The Gaggle Moves in a New Direction

Well, this came out of left field.

I don't think I've made it clear but I have a penchant for getting completely hammered and fucking my friends. Which is great for them I'm sure. It really explains why the guys are always wanting to hang out with me since I can't imagine my drinking them under a table on a regular basis holds much appeal without the result of the open legs. Who really wins that competition? I'd like to say its me but I have a feeling somehow I just lost.

Any.Way.

One such friend fuck was my pal Lucky Charms. Who I haven't even explained yet and I feel bad about but the Gaggle wants what the gaggle wants. I'll have to retrace the path to Lucky Charms at a later date (though I imagine you can picture what happened right about the second paragraph above).

So, Lucky Charms lives in Baltimore and I haven't seen him since the last time. Which he brings up quite a bit with little provocation from me. Clearly, I made an impression.

He came into town last week on Wednesday and had to fly back Saturday. Kind of shitty with the work schedule but better than nothing. Wednesday night, after a killer softball game (where the hottie on my team finally realized as the season drew to an end how fucking funny I am) I met up with Lucky Charms, his brother and his brother's girlfriend for drinks. We had a good time catching up and then I went home to my lonely apartment and he went back to his brothers.

And then the texting began.

How much he's missed spending time with me. How uncomfortable the couch he is currently sleeping on is. Will I go to dinner with him tomorrow? Blah blah blah.

Thursday rolls around a bridal crisis pops up so I miss dinner with him but he ends up calling me afterwards just to "talk."

Friday I get a text that reads "You're coming to dinner with me. No excuses."

So we go to dinner and drinks and meet up with all our old college buddies. He's flirty and always touching me in some way when we're near each other. We hug a lot in all manner of ways (the side arm, the front to front, the from behind). In general, we behave the way a couple who has been together for a while behaves. Really just absentminded touching that I didn't even think about until reflecting back on the weekend.

He ended up getting his stuff from his brothers and staying at my place. We kissed for a while and I seriously considered having sex with him (again) but I was sober and for some reason it seemed really important not to fuck this up so I stopped him. I joked he was too hot to sleep in my bed which led to him sleeping on the couch (doh!) which led to me getting up when the alarm went off and crawling onto the couch with him for thirty minutes of quality cuddling.

And then, I had to drop him off at the airport.

And there was really nothing to say. It was a really great three days and now he's off to Baltimore and back to his life. But I realized he's changed a lot- in great ways- and suddenly he's back on the radar. He's a member of the gaggle. He has potential.

His last words as he started into the terminal?

"Get a damn ticket to Baltimore."

I have a DATE!

Okay...not really. But Kind Of. The closest I've had in a good while anyway.

With who you ask?

Why The Commerical Banker!

Pretty. Pumped.

Obviously.

So, how did it happen? Well, he is an Alabama fan and I am a Georgia fan. We made a bet on the Georgia game this weekend that was for booze. And then Georgia lost.

DAMNIT.

He spent a nice day yesterday buttering me up after my loss with texts like this:

Think of it this way, we will be hanging out either way. It's a win win for me lose or win.

I want to put my arms around you.

Whatever I just want to see you.

Dinner on me. I just want to hang out with you.

Can we watch football and cuddle tomorrow?

Of course we were both hung over as FUCK today so he text me at 4:30 and said we can watch Monday Night Football and eat take out tomorrow. Which is perfect for me. No real pressure. I'm gonna have to do some research on the teams playing haha :)

Have you ever bet your way into a date with someone? How did it end up?

**And yes, we did joke about betting for sex. But I decided thats more of a National Championship game type bet!

The Text Files

The Commercial Banker and I have been getting closer via texts. I simply do not have the time or energy to properly spend time with him. And to be honest, I'm kind of nervous to see him again. It's been quite some time since the last time we hung out and I'm not sure what he does or does not know about The Groomsman. The day after he drunk text me that he wanted to see me that night (I didn't go meet him) he was again texting me but this time about my apartment.



Him:
How's the new place?



Me:
Looks like a bomb exploded. It will take FOREVER for me to get everything set up.



Him:
Don't be a baby :)



Him:
I'm still in bed btw



(sidenote: its 1:03 pm on a Saturday. I had already gotten up, unpacked some more, written my mom's resume with her and was heading to the gym)



Me:
A baby? Ummm...rude.



Him:
You know I'm kidding.



Totally innocent. I guess I could have gone with the whole still in bed thing but I was heading to a bachelorette party so I wasn't in the mood to flirt. Too much stuff to get done.

Do the guys you flirtext with flip between the mudane (how's the new apt) and the sexual (me and shark week...)? How do you handle it? What does it mean?

The Text Files

So, if you'll recall, recently I began flirtexting with The Commercial Banker. It started with a mention of shark week and sex and has gone from there. After a week of silence, The Commercial Banker broke it a week after I moved into my new place. I was just coming home from a night out with my friend to a nearby bar and was exhausted when this came through at 1:54 am:

I should have called you tonight.

Oh really? Can we say DRUNK.TEXTING. Nice, commercial banker. It's nice to know he's not too mature. He still gets hammered and sends out texts to the ladies.

My response (as I was crawling into bed):
Why is that? Haha, I just back to my new apt.

Him:
I wanted to see you tonight. But I was going to call but I couldn't picture your face. It's been too long.

Me:
Ummm that's kind of a random comment. Especially since you could have gotten on facebook to see it easily. Are you drunk texting me right now?

Him:
Don't judge me.

Me:
Haha. No judgement here buddy. I'm a drunk- it would be hypocritical of me to judge you. Next time just call. Or text...before 2 am.

I haven't gotten a drunk text since The Whatever and I started up so it was kind of nice and definitely funny to get it. But where would it lead to next?

The Text Files

We've disussed SEXTING but I want to discuss recent texts from a guy that can only be classified as FLIRTEXTING.

FLIRTEXTING - (Verb) Flirtexting is the marriage of two words Flirt and Texting. Although the courtship began in 1985, with the "invention" of the text message in Finland. This union first officially occured on 11-10-08. The marriage brought together two seperate worlds; 1)Flirt - To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures. & 2)Texting or (SMS) which is a communications protocol allowing the interchange of short text messages between mobile telephone devices.
Heather is always on her phone FLIRTEXTING with guys.

Who is this guy? Well, he is commercial banker of some sort. He sounds pretty important. He's a friend of a friend who is married to my other friend (I love making things complicated). He's attractive, intelligent and kind of a flirt from what I've heard. I have been attracted to him for a LONG time but I kind of slept with his friend (The Groomsman) so I steered clear of him. Though I did use him to make The Groomsman jealous one time. I actually met both of them at the same wedding.

ANYWAY.

The Commercial Banker and I have been talking since July and lately he's been texting me quite a bit. This all started with an updated facebook photo. In which he messaged me to tell me I looked great and see how I was doing. Then he invited me to his neck of the woods to get a drink. Unfortunately, I've been out of town and moving so I haven't had the chance. So, we exchanged numbers and he's been texting me ever since.

Recent texts have turned quite flirty with commercial banker even admitting he's always been interested in getting naked with me.

Flirtexting began August 1st with this text from me to him:

According to the ads I saw, watching shark week leads to sex. Please tell me if this is true.

Response:

Yeah. So what time are you coming over?

Me:

Haha well it would take no less than 12 hours to get there so if I leave now...I could meet you for lunch.

Him:

Damn you.

Me:

Sorry about that but I'm sure if you go on facebook and look through the status updates you can find a chic watching shark week to come by.

Him:

Haha whatever. But you, we would have fun. Alcohol and sharks sounds amazing.

(side note...sounds dangerous)

So the flirtexting began. You'll have to stay tuned to see where it goes! But I want to hear from you...flirtexting...thoughts, concerns, questions?