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Location: Orange County, CA | FR: Bocceball, Bowling, and . . . Cockblocks? (5.9.08 ):
Alright, after being a lazy asshole about my last 5 or 6 FR’s, by that I mean not writing them, I decided I should finally get busy and bust one out. This is my Friday night:
Our new thing to do on Friday nights within my major, is to go up to a little known BBQ pit on a secluded part of campus and play bocceball. We’ve discovered that Bocceball, beer, and BBQ’s go well together. The best part about it is that we juniors get a chance to hang out with the seniors, which is cool because a lot of the juniors in my major are deadbeats who don’t go out to anything . . . Ever(also, the hotness gene skipped my year. Hot soph's, hot seniors, no hot juniors  ). There’s a solid group of 10 – 12 juniors who hang out consistently, and of course, by now we’re all good friends.
I make the short trip up to the Bocceball court/ BBQ pit area and see all the familiar faces. This time though, there’s only one senior: HBRed. I dub her this because she has very, very dark red hair. I'm a sucker for hot redheads, especially if they've got legs like hers. haha.
Blurry wavyness appears in your vision as we rewind faaaaaaarr into the past: one week ago.
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This is a chick whom I met last Friday for the first time. My buddy told me he wanted to hook up with her, so I told him to go for it. He’s read the game, I’ve tried to get him to come out with us many times, but he “always chickens out”(his words). Knowing about CC and how I’m out with you guys all the time, he asked me to tell him how he’s doing with this girl.
Cool. I noticed he was asking the usual boring questions, wasn’t touching her at all, and for the first time I got a good outside perspective on what it looks like when a guy is too reactionary. He pulls me aside near the restrooms:
Friend: Dude, how am I doing?
Me: Tell me how you think you’re doing.
F: pretty good I guess, we’re talking a lot.
M: Well that’s a good start. There are a few things you’re not doing though. You’re not talking on more than a skin deep level. Also, you need to kino! I haven’t seen you touch her once!
F: How do I do that?! I mean I know how, but only a little. Will you show me?
We head back and he strikes up conversation with her again, I bust on her for some random response she gave him, and she laughs, tells me I’m mean blah blah. There were high fives with interlocked fingers, hugs, a spin, clawing her in when I can’t hear her, and an awesome dance move performance so she could wear my sunglasses, which she tried to steal off of my face. In the span of two minutes I’m told: you’re cool. you're funny. I LOVE your sunglasses.
How many IOI's is this girl gonna throw my way? haha
Friend: Dude . . . Teach me! I don't care about this chick anymore.
So that’s pretty much how I met this chick. Now that my friend has said he wants to be taught I’m hoping I can get him out with us CC’ers some night. finally!
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Wavy air returns as we time-shift again eons into the future: Last night.
Now I’ve been here a good hour and have been having a good time bocceinginging with everyone. I’ve been busting on this chick a lot, and pushing myself away from her when she gives me any smart ass remark. Even though she’s being flirty, she’s got that “I’m hot and I know it” attitude tonight. Haha. One more smart assed remark came out of her mouth, I turned away and walked just out of arms reach.
HBR takes a step toward me: And what’s with all that pushing? You know, you’re not being very nice to me! (smiling)
Muse: Come here.
I claw her in, and she wraps an arm around my waist.
HBR: You know, it’s nice to be pulled in sometimes. . .
She trails off, her smile falters, and just for a split second only the corners of her mouth are upturned. She gives me that eye-contact. That expression. You know the one. When a girl drops her defenses for that little sliver of time. She let me see the vulnerable girl underneath the shell, who obviously just wants to be loved. I fucking love that expression. I lean forward slightly, and I’m about to kiss her. That’s when I notice everyone around is looking at us, as if they’re holding their breath. . . just waiting for it.
Fuck.
I chicken out.
Instead, I don't move away at all, but quietly tell her -
Muse: Yeah, sometimes you have to deal with a lot of pushing just to get to the pull.
HBR: I know what you mean . . .
I remove myself from her at this point to get in on a game of bocceball. But I'm left wondering if she really does know just what I meant.
Half an hour later we’re all hungry and head over to Chipotle for some burritos. On the way there I stop by my apartment to drop off my car so I can drink. My roommate offered to drive me wherever we were headed. Cool.
Mistake #1: Forgetting my cell phone at my apartment while I picked up a sweater.
Mistake #2: Letting my roommate drive me so that I could drink. We’ll get to this later.
We eat and I shoot the shit with my buddies. More people showed up than I thought, but our numbers have dwindled to ten now. From Chipotle we head over to the bowling alley for drunk bowling! This is quickly becoming our Friday tradition, and I love it! HBR decides she wants to go bowling this week after I mentioned that it’s more fun than just sitting around at a bar (which was her first choice). She ends up paying for both lanes and everyone’s shoes to make things quick and easy as far as renting the lanes with so many people. The girls all decide that it will be chicks vs. dudes and we split up, 5 to a lane. I’ll summarize the rest of bowling quickly to keep this semi-short:
- I call HBR a pro for getting a pitcher of beer all to herself (I love chicks who like beer haha). I bust on her later for drinking a glass and a half then giving the rest away.
- A buddy and I split a pitcher = good times, and I flirt with the bartender.
- HBR and I dub ourselves the “winner’s circle” as we both kicked everyone’s asses the first game. I bust on her for a shitty high five and claw her in for a
”winner’s circle” celebration hug.
HBR whispers in my ear: maybe we’re not so good at high fives, but at least we’re really good at hugging.
Me: I’m sure we’re good at plenty of other things too.  Ok you’ve had enough for now (push her off me) my beer Is calling my name.
HBR: FINE!
- She pulls up a chair for herself later on, which I sit on during the split second before she tries to sit down. She tries to take it back, but I tell her it’s mine. She says she’s taking it back when I go up to bowl. I throw a strike, turn around, she’s smiling. She gives me a GOOD high five for once and offers the chair I stole from her back to me, dragging one up for herself.
- HBR and I turn lanes 29 and 30 into a karaoke bar for a bit when songs on that we both like.
- HBR to me: We should go back to my place and hang out after this!
Bowling over. Two games played, HBR and I come out on top both times. Everyone turns in their shoes and we all head out to the parking lot to figure out what’s next. My friend gets a call and announces that a mutual buddy of ours is at a bar near campus and wants us all to join him.
Unfortunately, only 3 of us want to go: myself, the friend who got the call, and his GF. His GF offers to drive us there but wants to go to bed, so we’d have to get a ride home. Turns out our buddy at the bar has a full car and can’t drive anyone back later. Damnit.
Everyone is tired and wants to go home, except of course, me and HBR.
HBR: It’s ok guys, that bar kinda sucks anyways. It’s only 12:30, that’s WAY early. We should find something to do!
Still, nobody wants to head to the bar.
HBR turns to me: Why don’t you come over to my place and we’ll just hang out and drink over there? It’ll be way better than that bar.
Muse: Sounds like a plan.
My friend: Yeah! Let’s go chill at HBR’s place.
I ask my buddy’s GF if she’s gonna come along, and she says she wants to go home. I ask my friend if he still wants to go, he looks at his gf, then stares at his shoes “Nah, I think we’re just going to go home and go to bed.”
Bastard. Changed his answer. I knew what “go to bed” meant. It meant they were going home to have an argument. They’ve pulled this card before. He’s changed a lot since he started dating this chick, lost a lot of his partying desire thanks in part to this jealous GF.
Muse: Alright, I’ll just go then. We'll party on our own! (I try to laugh it off)
HBR: Yeah! Let’s go, come on. We won’t even bother anyone because my roommate is gone for the weekend! My place is just around the corner.
Friend’s GF: Even if [your roommate] drives you to her place, how are you going to get home?
Muse: I donno, I’ll figure something out. (at this point all ten of us are still just standing there and I don’t think telling them “HBR will drive me home after breakfast and morning head.” would be a great idea. haha)
Friend’s gf: Just let [your roommate] take you home, there’s no way you can drive over there. Everyone is going home anyways, we’ll all hang out again next week.
I knew she was right about me not being able to drive, but I figured HBR had someone driving her so I’d just hitch a ride.
My roommate: Yeah, let’s just go home, no one wants to do anything anyway.
Knowing I can’t win this one, I agree. HBR’s mood seems deflated by everyone’s bullshit and we all part ways. It was sort of awkward for me n HBR to try and defend ourselves against my friends, but thankfully everybody else was pretty removed from this conversation and were talking amongst themselves. If the other six were just standing there watching this play out it would have been fucking weird.
“I didn’t have a rubber with me anyways.” I thought to myself on the ride home.
Cockblocked by my best friend’s gf . . . She’s normally a very nice, fun girl to be around, and up until now she’s been an awesome friend to me. I was a little pissed that she started cockblocking me like that, as she’s usually a great pivot and asks “what happened with you and ____ last night?!” when I’ve hooked up with girls in the past. Her behavior tonight was very out of the ordinary, and I’m thinking it has a lot to do with being in a shitty mood since she was about to have an argument with my friend back at her place. I hate it when couples project their anger for each other onto their friends.
I’m was also pissed that my buddy let his gf walk all over me like that, and didn’t offer one bit of help. Even a “who cares where everyone goes, let’s leave” would have been nice. Then again, what guy wants to piss off his gf even more by disagreeing with her in public.
It doesn’t matter, just postpones things. At least I set up a day2 with HBR last night for next weekend. By the way, I don't want it to seem like I'm bitching about the whole night, I had a fucking awesome time. I'm disappointed I missed vanguard, but I had a great night anyhow. Sorry guys, next time.
So, after all of that, my question to you guys: How could I have handled the situation in the parking lot better? Should I have just put my friend’s gf in her place? I’m thinking that would have made me come off like an asshole who just wants pussy. What would you have done in my shoes?
Lesson learned: Alcohol can fuck with logistics hardcore. I didn't get super hammered, but I'm always sketchy about driving even if it's just been a few beers. I blew a .07, but decided I shouldn't drive anyway, just to be safe.
Apologies for the really long FR on something that should have been quick. I just like to be very descriptive. It's cathartic to write everything out.
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