MENU OF THE DAY:
In my glass: this REALLY good viognier/chardonnay blend from Chile called Estampa.
On iTunes: "Oh Sister" by Andrew Bird
On my bedstand: "How to Sleep Alone in A King Size Bed" (i forget the author)
On my mind: Why are there so many shootings lately?
Hair day: Not bad today. Actually why is it that everytime it's close to a haircut appointment i like my hair the most?
What's pissing me off: Nothing at the moment. But let's wait and see if i can get blogger to post this with no problems.
The best thing that happened this week: I bowled over my average in 2 games last Tuesday.
Everyone has a Bad Boyfriend/Bad Girlfriend Story. Here is mine:
It was the summer of 1987. And it was a hot and sunny summer - i remember that we were in swimsuits on the lake in May. (Which hardly ever happens in the Northwest) . I had just turned 30 years old that year and had been living single for nearly three years after divorcing my first ex-husband. AND In 1987 I had just broken up a two year relationship with the guy (who would later become my second ex-husband in 1989...a whole 'nother story) when i met this Bad Boyfriend.
That's his photo above taken on the bow of his fancy ski boat. (He also turned 30 that year.) Isn't he fit? Yeah, he was. (He actually loved his own body more than mine.) He was (and probably still is) a total jock. He religiously lifted weights. He played rec softball. He was a great water skiier, and he played basketball. He had been a high school superstar and it soon became apparent to me that he was missing those high school glory days even at the age of 30.
But i overlooked all that cause i was coming off a breakup... and it was summer ...and he was so cute.
There were many red flags that i ignored because he was a stud. (Actually the photo above doesn't do him justice). It's embarrassing how many flags i ignored: He would call on a Friday to go out on a Friday night. He ordered milk in a fancy restaurant and at the same time put the napkin around his neck as a bib, even though he hadn't ordered lobster or ribs. And he was pretty cheap. He didn't own a corkscrew, but i was so impressed that he was able to open a bottle of wine with a screwdriver that i didn't care at the time. He didn't show up at one of his own family overnight get togethers where i had been invited (and arrived separately with his brother) and i was there the whole weekend with his family but without him.
But my favorite story is the Leather Jacket Story.
Like I said, he was a jock. He played softball nearly every weekend. Now, I loved to play softball, and had played third base on my brother's rec league myself years before, but truthfully ...i didn't really love watching it all that much. For one thing, he was the only one i knew on the team. And it's boring to cheer for only one player. But he liked having me come and watch him play. So i would go. We rode together and i would sit around alone for about an hour (cause i didn't know any of the other girlfriends or wives) before the fricking game even started. Sometimes i brought a book or a magazine.
So this one time we arrive at the field for his late afternoon/early evening game and when we get there he comes back and tells me that it is a doubleheader, which he had not known before. Inwardly i am groaning knowing i have to sit through, not one, but two games. But i put on my best girlfriend smile, and i cheer the team.
By the time the second game starts it is getting colder (most Northwest summers in the evening feel like winters in normal places) and i have not prepared because i thought it would be over before dark and it was sunny and warm when we left. THEN it starts to drizzle and now i'm getting wet AND i'm cold. Even though i am in jeans and light sweater i am starting to really get uncomfortable. So around the 4th or 5th inning of the second game i have had enough and cannot stand it anymore. So i go over to the Bad Boyfriend as he is sitting on the bench and talk to him through the fence. I tell him that i am cold and ask if i could have the keys to his car so i could get his coat to wear.
I remember that he has this totally irritated look on his face because i have interrupted his intense softball concentration and he says (and i am paraphrasing but this is exactly the message), "Well...hmmmm. i dunnnooo, you know.... cause it's a LEATHER coat and it's brand new and it's leather. And now it's starting to drizzle now and that would ruin it. Because it's leather." And then he pauses and asks, "Why didn't you bring your own coat?"
And so i got back to the bleachers and sit. And i freeze my ass off for about another hour. THAT would so never happen today. And it makes me pissed off at my younger self for not hailing a cab and getting the hell out of there right then at that moment. And not only that, even more embarrassing is i stuck it out with him for a few more weeks and only got out of it when i found out his old girlfriend was coming back around. The truth is he actually never was into us ever and had that book "He's Just Not That Into You" been published back then i am sure i would have learned must faster than those 12 weeks of summer with the Bad Boyfriend and would have ended within two.
And that's my Bad Boyfriend Story. So please allofyall, come tell your Bad Boyfriend/Bad Girlfriend Story. Even if it embarrasses you.