He Said, She Said

Something fun, exciting and oh so romantic happened out here in blogoworld yesterday... follow the links... it's very sweet...

Although mine and my husband's courtship and engagement doesn't NEAR come close to these goose bump moments shared... I will play along...

I was a single mom of a 3 month old boy, working a job that I absolutely hated and wondering what direction my life was going.

Two dear friends of mine, "D" and "T", called and invited me to a join them for a Friday night happy hour. I sooo did not want to go! I was very self-conscious about my appearance and my situation and thought I had no place in a bar! I think it was their version of an intervention for really pathetic people that mope and feel sorry for themselves. They eventually strong-armed me into going.

One of their co-workers brought a friend. "D"and I both like this friend. He was charming and handsome- not funny- he thinks he's funny- he was NOT funny.

I, specifically, remember him wanting to know about my son- not only NOT being scared off by him, but wanting to know more. This could have, very well, been a ploy to get into my pants, but oh well.

As the night progressed, "D" and I were both being cautious to not step on one another's toes- and cock block, if you will, but, rather, let HIM make the choice.

Now, this is where the story gets tricky...

Here is my story...

God as my witness, I remember him brushing his leg up against mine under
the table and giving me a 'come hither' look. At the end of the night, his
friend came up to ME and told me that he liked me (and they were
not in 8th grade- they were 30!) and would like me to call him.
I never told "D" about the brush up on my leg or what his friend said- I
didn't want to look like a stealing ho-bag bitch or hurt
her. But in my mind, he had made his decision, right? A
couple nights later, with encouragement from my other friend, "T", I called
him. I still had not told "D" about any of it. We went out and
had a great time and continued dating. I told "D" when we
were going on our second date. She told me that she was very
hurt by me and felt that I was keeping this from her and, in a sense, lying
to her by not telling her up front. She was my college roommate
for 3 years, would have been in my wedding and, most likely have been
chosen as Godmother to one of my kids. She didn't speak to me for 5
years.

Here is his story...

Two broads were hot after me and I couldn't decide between them. They
both wanted me- bad. Tena called me and I went out with her. "D"
like me SOOO much and was so jealous of her stealing me that she broke
off their friendship. I have that kind of power.

I swear, if I have to hear 'his story' ONE MORE TIME at another wedding reception, party, bar, dentist's office, Bar Mitzvah, or Christmas dinner, I will puncture my throat with a fork! Or a toothbrush!

He's not a romantic, he still thinks he should be a comic writer (although HE'S NOT FUNNY!), he spits toothpaste all over the mirror each morning, his favorite past time is standing in front of an open refrigerator and napping on the floor next to the hum of the dryer.

He proposed to me at a Wendy's and put my clean, shiny, sparkling engagement ring in a ketchup container! Mine! The girl with OCD! Ring immersed in ketchup! I was completely grossed out.

When I got word of "D"'s engagement, in 2000, I sent her a card and told her how much I missed her friendship and that I was so sorry if she felt betrayed by me and that I wished her the best of happiness. She accepted my apology (and agrees with my accounts of the story, by the way).

We are once again the great friends we used to be and I think she thanks me for taking that bullet.