How the Prospect that Wasn't a Prospect moved from Ego Booster to Prospect

Without getting too maudlin, I had to go out of town this week for a death in the family. You know how they say there is always a silver lining? Or that love bites you in the ass right when you stop looking?

Ohhhhh look, he's texting me right now.

Anyway, a while back I examined my gaggle and though I didn't know it, I had an ego booster on my hands. I referred to him as the 70s throwback and that is still pretty accurate but things have changed a bit. Quick recap: he lives in my hometown, drives a car from the 70s, wears ridiculous clothing from the 70s, 80s and 90s (like a soft rock radio station in the flesh if you will) and I met him through friends. We talk constantly (via facebook, text and phone) and he's just like become one of my best buddies I guess.

All that changed with a photo text and a death in the family.

You see on NYE, homeboy shaved his full beard and mustache (resulting in my calling him Babyface) and went to a party. The picture he text me made me realize holy shit there is an attractive guy under all that 70s shit. So not only is he funny and incredibly intelligent but he's also hot? I know it sounds vain but whatever I want to want to wake up next to a guy every day so he needs to be attractive in some way.

When I had to head to NJ for the funeral, the person I thought to get in touch with was my Ego Booster (because you really need an ego boost when you lose someone). He entertained me with texts on the LOOONG (14.5 hours to be exact) trek north and on Friday night picked me up to take me out on the town. After two solid days of family...completely sober...I needed alcohol and friends and The Ego Booster did just that.

I got hammered.

And he made sure I got back to our friend's house. He made sure when I passed out on the couch that I got a bed upstairs while the party continued downstairs. I woke up in the morning surrounded by a cocoon of warmth and with a slight hangover. But after thinking back on it, I realize there was no sense of panic. I didn't wonder where I was or who I was with or what I did. I knew I was with him and I was okay. That is a hell of a feeling to wake up to.

And suddenly, on the drive back to my dad's I found myself wondering if my Ego Booster was more than an Ego Booster. Perhaps, he had turned into a viable option?

I spent Saturday night (soberly) hanging out with him and his friends and had a blast while he got drunk. Sunday we spent the day and late into the night texting. Monday, the day I was to leave, he came and picked me up and what I thought was just two friends going to grab breakfast together had turned into the Ego Booster buying my breakfast. According to a mutual friend, even just Friday night was out of the norm for him as he NEVER picks anyone up. Twice in three days hardly seems like a coincidence.

The only awkward moment was at the end when he went to drop me off after breakfast. I would have lost it that weekend had it not been for him. Saying good bye to him hardly seemed adequate. And when I leaned in for the hug I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I leaned in for a kiss, too? For a brief moment, our eyes connected and I think we both wondered but I broke the moment with a hasty goodbye so I guess I'll never know....

Golden Showers

Tonight, I went to dinner with a member of my gaggle and some of his buddies from work. He was in town for a short layover and they work for a national company and used to be a part of his rotation. After he left for the airport, shit got STRANGE. His buddy started telling this story of which I will summarize:

G got fucked up and came home with his girlfriend, K. They went to bed in their bedroom but work up in the guest bedroom. He was naked. They talked for a few minutes and then he went to the bathroom and noticed a puddle on the floor. Thinking they had a leak in the sink, he opened the cabinet and realized it was actually pee on the floor. He comes back to the bed and tells K about the piss. Eventually they determine that they are in the guest room because the sheets are in the wash. Someone pissed the bed. That someone was him. THIS TIME. As in until she walked through the apt and stumbled across his wet underwear she THOUGHT THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE IT WAS HER. In fact, after he confessed she admitted that she knew the whole time why they switched rooms because she woke them up and put the sheets in the dryer. She just wasn't sure whose fault this debacle was.

Which led to G telling us the story with "it happens with the one you love." Which led to me thinking about Golden Showers and this video:

I've never had someone wet the bed WITH ME IN IT. However, I have had a boyfriend, The First, piss all over my freshly washed clothes. At 4 am. It was a fucking nightmare. One of my friends has had a guy piss the bed- she woke up to him telling her they needed to move to another location for the duration of the night. Another friend told me her boyfriend pissed all over her brand new stereo system and tv.

I HAVE NEVER PISSED THE BED.

I HAVE NEVER PISSED IN A ROOM THAT WASN'T A BATHROOM (outside a bar or in the woods does not count).

What the hell is wrong with men that this occurs? And of course, this has made me think that I would like to hear your most FUCKED UP piss- related stories involving a hook up. Email them over to mylittleblackbook11@gmail.com. You have until 12/20/2010 at midnight to submit stories. I will post them on the site, we can vote and the winner will get a cool prize I have yet to determine. Boom. Time to make this site more fun. Who doesn't love winning shit?

WTF!?!? UPDATE

Bitches, get excited! The ladies of WTF is Up with My Love Life are definitely coming and I have a lovely update for you! Yesterday, Loren and Jess contacted Hot Mess and I to let us know the dates and some key events so I'm sharing them with you (please for the love of God people, don't stalk me though. I really don't want to have to relocate to avoid you).

Dates: December 16-18 ( I know, such a short window and you're as bummed as I)

Events:

• On Camera Interviews December 16th. Jess and Loren will be trolling the streets of Atlanta to find out our generation's thoughts on love, gaggles, sex and non-dates. Be sure to be out and about and don't be shy if a microphone and camera are shoved in your face (I included a video from Austin that they sent us so you can check it out).
• Promotional Bar Crawl December 16th. Jess and Loren will be hitting all the major ATL bars with stickers and business cards. They'll be chatting up the locals for ideas and feedback and spreading the word.
• Blog Reading at Bound to Be Read Books on December 17th. Wine and snacks and blog reading and discussion. It's going to be a great time!

Sounds like fun doesn't it?!?! Mark your calendars and join me and Hot Mess for some fun the weekend of December 16th-17th! Plus, Hot Mess and I will be attending a charity event December 17th at Sweetwater Brewery so be sure to follow us over there for tours of the facility and booze!

OHMYFUCKINGGODTHECOOLESTFUCKINGTHING!!!!

Are you a female?

Do you live in or around metro Atlanta?

Do you like to dish about sex and relationships?

Do you want to hang out with moi?

If you answered YES to all of those questions, then pay attention!!!!!

Are you sitting down?

Hot Mess and I spotted something so totally spectacular that we just had to apply and now share with all of you! You can thank us later. Anyway, fellow bloggers and possessors of rockin' gaggles, Jess and Becky ARE COMING TO ATLANTA. If you aren't reading their blog, WTF is up with My Love Life, you are missing out! You see Hot Mess and I read this post about their tour and Hot Mess immediately composed a stellar letter that went a little like this:

Hi Jess & Becky!

I was sooo excited to read about your WTF tour!!! That's awesome! I think you guys should definitely come to Atlanta (if you weren't already planning on it) because I've actually begun to educate people on the concept of the Gaggle down here (before you decided to go on tour) AND Atlanta is loaded with singles/non-dates/ambigudates.

I've commented a few times on your site and I absolutely LOVED the "don't be THAT girl" piece I read today. My friend Berryfine and I are both bloggers and have given shout-outs to your blog before because it's just so genius. Seriously. It is. I can't tell you how many times I've sat down with a couple girlfriends and a bottle of wine and over-analyzed that text message or that email or his behavior on a group date or whatever. And we run around in circles being like "i mean, he definitely likes you if he said/did THAT" and then we get fixated on him for a while, then another opportunity arises and we're trying to figure out how to balance it all. And we've never been able to come up with a name for it. Seriously. Gaggle = Genius.

Ok, enough ass-kissing I suppose. Berryfine and I are both up for being interviewed. And we have a lot of girlfriends in the Atlanta area that would gladly give you their 2 cents on their gaggles/love lives/non-dates. If you'd like a list of people, I'm sure I can come up with one early next week. Just let me know what you need from me to make a stop in Atlanta happen!

I've copied Erin on this so that's 2 of us already! (crossing fingers!)

Thanks!

So...a while has gone by, I've started a new job and I've just been beyond stressed (plus its football season peeps) so clearly I forgot about it. But I woke up this morning and was just dragging. After my 6 am walk, I sat down at my computer and JESS HAD EMAILED HOT MESS AND I BACK!!!!! To say it made my morning is an understatement!

Ladies!!!

I'm so sorry that we're just getting back to you now - as you might've seen on the site, I've been traveling for most of this month throughout Texas and California for interviews and I'm just now taking a moment to breathe and catch up on everything. Finally!

Thanks SO much for reaching out, and for being such fans of the site. Both Becky and I absolutely loved getting your email, and I can't wait to hear some of your stories! We're definitely planning on an Atlanta trip, so it's great to hear that you both would be up for being interviewed and might have other interested friends as well. We're still finalizing the dates, but it will probably be sometime in December. Hopefully you'll be in town then?

I'm going to put us all on a quick email to the rest of the WTF?! team - Becky, Loren and West - so that they can e-meet you and we can start getting psyched for Atlanta...

Really looking forward to meeting you ladies, and thanks again!!! Hope that all is going well with your gaggles - if not, we'll just have to dish about it soon instead ;)

xoxo,

Jess

So if this is something you'd be interested in participating- cocktails, sex talk and ladies- then hit us up. We're still getting details but we are super stoked and we want all of you involved as well!

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."