So last night was dinner with the girls. Not MY girls, mind you, but TD’s daughter and her 2 best friends. Who invited ME to dinner. I thought we had agreed to just meet at the restaurant, but when I double checked, I was asked to pick them all up at TD’s house. Er……….. okay. It’s so very lame that I sit on the curb, in my car, and text that I’m there and to come out. I wouldn’t appreciate that if it was done to me and although it’s not a proper date, I have always felt odd and fairly rude for doing so. I decided, on the drive over to pick them up, that after a year of doing this, I would just go up to the front door and ring the bell like any civilized human being would do. Even if TD was home. Even if TD was home with ‘her’. Chances were, he wouldn’t answer the door anyway and if he did, I would just say hello and if ‘she’ was there, I would introduce myself and be done with it. The ridiculous amount of drama surrounding my mere existence is just stupid and I’d like to put an end to it. As it turns out, I didn’t have to introduce myself to anyone as TD wasn’t home.
I walked into the kitchen and there the girls were waiting for me. With a big ole’ box of truffles. And a darling teddy bear. And even a plant! They were going to get me roses but had seen on FB (the root of all evil), that I had gotten roses for myself (’cause that’s just how I roll), so they got me this cool plant that matches the colors in my house and is supposedly (and hopefully) hard to kill. How sweet is that?! Totally unexpected and absolutely unnecessary, but very much appreciated. We chatted for a bit and then off to dinner we went.
We sat and talked and laughed for 3 hours! Some might find it odd that a 47 year old could even enjoy the company of 3 19 & 20 year olds for 3 hours (much less they enjoy mine), but I did. And they did. And when the check came, they practically wrestled me to the ground to pay. I had always intended on paying for everyone. The mere invitation alone was enough of a gift, but nope they insisted. Such a great night!
lovely random weird uncomfortable interesting aside, we had switched tables twice in the bar (they like sitting in there, so who am I to argue) and we were joking about the tables we had yet to try out and all the empty bar stools left to sit on. There were a few people at the bar; an older couple enjoying happy hour, a man in a red t shirt with his back to us about 2 feet away, a group of younger people. You know, the random rockin’ happy hour crowd on a Wednesday evening at 6pm. As we’re all chatting away we hear ‘huh, fancy meeting you all here’. To look up and see ……………. TD. He was the guy in the red t shirt sitting all of 2 feet from us for the last 20 minutes. He didn’t see (or hear) us and we didn’t see him. Even with the table switching and me getting up to get menus for everyone. I walked past him 3 times and had no clue. He chatted for a bit and we invited him to have a seat but he was on his way out. Apparently he had forgotten that his daughter had told him we were going there for dinner. Or not, who really knows. He was wrapped up in paperwork of some kind so wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings (he did mention that the bartender knew exactly what he wanted to order before he sat down, so he’s obviously a regular (no judgment, just efficient I say) way to go Norm). No hugs, no awkward silences, no stomach flips. It’s been almost 6 months since I’ve seen him I think. He looks good. As always. I looked okay myself. When he was done chatting he said he needed to go and said goodbye to the girls. And to me. And then chucked me on the arm right before walking away. Uhm, okay…. buddy…… way to end a non awkward moment a bit awkwardly.