It's Almost Full Circle

Well Kitties,

Another day, another entry. A big HB to Papa Garner. I am still not a big believer in birthdays six weeks before or six weeks after Christmas. I know you can’t help it, but it really does affect what kind of presents you will receive. Those of us who have summer birthdays, sad to say, tend to get better birthday presents. By June, everyone has forgotten what they got you for Christmas.

I am now completely convinced that the universe is against me, and not in some good way like with power outages, thunderstorms, a guitar and candles. Today marks the third chance meeting with a lost love.

Now I should really explain that this guy today wasn’t really a lost love, per se, but still someone had that potential. And as soon as Flick and Smith figure out who it is, they will get a good laugh.

So today I am at my office, alternating between working hard and hardly working when all of the sudden there is a knock on the doorway of my “office”. I turned around, only to find Mr. Mexican Fiesta. Both of us a little taken back he explained that he was just dropping off a form for one of my coworkers.

Here is his story:

The fall following the Carson Daly tragedy, my roommates and I ended up at a party, where I saw someone new to chase. However, not knowing him or anyone he was with, I was prepared to accept the fact that he would leave without us ever meeting. Ashley Smith, my roommate with no fears, refused to let that happen and marched me over to the guy, introduced me and then proceeded to walk away, leaving me to fend for myself. This guy and I had a very awkward first conversation and somehow exchanged phone numbers.

The next day, I convinced my roommates that we needed to host our own party so that I could invite my new interest and thusly we invented Mexican Fiesta. One of the greatest parties we ever hosted. (Ask Flick about her time with the twins that night.) I nervously called my new friend as Chandler Cook held my hand for support, and to my surprise, the guy from the party, actually showed up.

We talked and talked that night, about everything from Mexico to volleyball, and things seemed to be going well. I took the bull by the horns the next night and invited him to our first Karaoke Festivity. Again, I was surprised when he showed up and we chatted the whole night and sang goofy songs together.

Finally, after a whole weekend together, I decided that one more event may or may not seal the deal. And Sunday ushered in the ever popular Cake Night, where again I contacted my new friend to attend with us. For the third time that weekend, he showed up at my house and we had great time. Well, that was until a member of the girl’s volleyball team showed up. Just as quick as he began with me, he moved on to discuss different volleyball tactics and warm-ups with this new girl. And by the end of the night, asked me if I could secure Volleyball Gil’s phone number for him.

Not overly heartbroken, I never talked to him again, and somehow conveniently lost his phone number from my phone. My roommates and I would see him around different activities and dance, but none of us ever talked to him again. It was as if we had never met. To be honest, with my hatred of volleyball and his love of it, it really was doomed from the beginning, but at least worth a try.

Hoping:

That third time’s the charm and that universe will back off for a bit, or at least send something new and good my way.

Missing:

Ashley Smith and all of the crazy antics, we got into with her. Miss all of our crazy grocery shopping tomfoolery, the Tracker, “Third Wheel” in the front seat of the car and a little game called “Mowing Grass.” Come home soon.

Remembering:

Patrick. Ha! I don’t know why he came to my mind, but still laughing about him. Can’t wait to giggle over him with Flick sometime soon.

Thanking:

All of my friends both past and present for all of our funny experiences. Thanks for keeping me entertained for so long.

Good Luck and God Speed.