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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Mushy Story - Part 3

So, Steve and I broke up in May.
I ran into him in July or August at the same place we first played pool and was just distraught. He was with a friend and I flirted with the guys my friend and I were with just to show him how happy I was. I'm not sure if it worked.

In October of that year I met a guy, decided it was love, and rented a house (signed a year's lease) with him a month later. A month after that, I couldn't stand him and he was bordering on abuse because he hated the fact that I had male friends. As I was planning my escape, Steve called, out of the blue, to ask if he could get his guitar back. He had loaned me one of his expendable guitars when we were dating so I could learn to play. We planned to meet at Lock & Keel (which you all know well by now). We met, had a drink, played some pool and had a really great time. I gave his guitar back, we hugged and said "see ya".

And then...I can't remember who contacted whom after that. We probably just made a plan to play pool again or hang out. I was breaking up with my boyfriend, he had been seeing someone but was getting away from her, so we were just Friends Hanging Out. It was nice.

Then.
We made a play to meet up at a pool hall on Capital Hill after work. I wore my black skirt, black shirt, black knee high leather boots and red fingernail polish. I've never been a subtle girl...

We played pool, then walked down the street and had some mexican food and walked back to our cars. We were saying goodbye, and Steve was talking about something and all I could think of was "I could kiss him right now and shut him up....." And I did. That was January 4, 2001 - our anniversary.

After that we were spending Friday night through Sunday night together. As friends. Just hanging out. I met his whole group of friends and they would ask "So, you and Steve....you're dating?" Nope, I'd say. Just hanging out. We just hung out until August. Then, he was talking to a co-worker and he said something about his girlfriend....and stopped. He called me (at his house, because I was packing up his stuff so he could move in a few days - I'm a good friend) to ask if he call me his girlfriend.

Thus begins the Official Relationship.

Isn't that a nice story?

*sigh*

5 Comments:

Anonymous Dee said...

I'm confused - you "kissed him to shut him up" in January, but you just hung out as friends till August??? You sound just like Kristin and Kyle - why is it that young people now-a-days call it "hanging out?" Funny. Kristin went out to dinner with a guy last week, but when I asked her how her date was, she said, "It wasn't a date." Last time I checked, when a guy and a girl went out to dinner, it was called a date. Maybe I am just really old. (I don't feel really old).

5:09 AM  
Blogger rae said...

Denial is the best way to keep a relationship fresh. And you just "hang out" until you're sure you want to call this person your girlfriend/boyfriend.

And if having dinner with a guy is a date, I cheat on Steve on a regular basis. I have a few of guy friends & Steve has a few girl friends that we hang out with, alone. It's all good.

12:41 PM  
Blogger Kiki said...

Thank you Bink. Exactly. This guy I had dinner w/the other night is just a friend. We really are just "hangin out." He's a lot of fun and makes me laugh, but I just don't see myself in a relationship w/him. But that doesn't mean I can't grab a bite to eat with him. Understand mother?

1:25 PM  
Anonymous Steve said...

"We made a play to meet up at a pool hall..."

Freudian typo. Nice. :)

2:39 PM  
Anonymous Dee said...

I actually meant the term "hanging out." It's just a funny term that apparently is used from East coast to West coast - literally. And I won't say anything else about the guy/girl/dating/hanging out/relationship thing cause I don't want to piss you guys off. That is directed to rae and kiki - steve, your comment was funny. ;>)You have to admit that 20 and 30 somethings these days are afraid of the word date/relationship - I'm not sure why. Reading back I probably will piss you off, but I didn't mean too, so I'm leaving it in. Sorry. Apologizing in advance.

4:25 AM  

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