February 4, 2013

  • Parade of Love (story #15)

    My best friend's mother was getting married.  I was excited to be asked to DJ.  All my job consisted of was pushing play, and making sure to play nothing but country songs.  Everyone was going through their jobs at the Rehearsal while I finished up placing Alan Jackson, Shania Twain, and George Strait into the perfect mix.  Country was a groomsman.  The bride's nephew.  My friend's cousin.  Introductions were made. The niceties were observed.  We all parted ways for the night.  

    Like the good country girl I am, I pulled on my boots and shimmied into my dress for the occasion.  It had been a while since I put make-up on and did something with my hair.  Who says the girl standing by the sound system can't look good, too?  Even, if she is just a Mommy.  Tonight, the baby girl was with the grandparents.  It was time to relax and have a good time.  All the music went well.  The bride's requests were fulfilled.  The ceremony over.  The beer coolers in the back of the pick-ups were opened. Hello, Coors Light.  Time for a night of, "here, hold my beer." and, "where the hell did I put my beer?" My responsibilities were almost over.  The first dances were finishing up.  The Bride's family requests The Electric Slide.  Only if I get to join in!  here, Country, hold my beer.   The groom calls for nothing but country.  I press play on the Jason Aldean, and head for the dance floor.   Country, spots me partner-less.  "Want to two-step?" Do I ever!  A man who isn't afraid to dance.  A man with crinkly blue eyes and an easy smile.  There's no awkward unfamiliar feeling.  I've got a partner for the night.   That's not saying a whole lot, considering everyone else here is either over 50 or related to him.  

    The young crowd, all four of us, decide to continue the fun elsewhere.  A late night at the bowling alley?  Sounds good.  A round of drinks.  The boots come off.  The conversation and the laughter starts flowing.  When we get back to the house, the other half of the double date goes inside, and leaves Country and I sitting on the tailgait.  I'm usually not this open and inviting.  I'm not sure what has gotten into me.  Hours of talking and a few kisses later I come away with plans to get together again.  

    The next weekend for Halloween, I take Baby Girl to the Fort Worth zoo.  It's a pretty large group.  We pick up Country on our way.  He is nice enough to hang out with mommy and daughter the whole day.  No boredom.  No impatience.  Full of helpfulness.  He's carrying bags, and getting drinks, and lifting strollers over steps.  As I take him home, we are jamming to Hootie and the Blowfish, and Edwin McCain.  A good way to get on my good side.  We make plans for a date on a weekend to come.  

    He drives up just for the date.  He finally gets to see me in my Saturday Game Day Glory.  He meets a couple of my friends.  He's not really a college football fan, but he watches me watch the game.  We are relaxed sitting together on the couch.  Hanging out.  My friends don't have anything negative to say.  

    A week later, I'm calling to tell him not to come up the next weekend.   I'm not going to be going out with you anymore.   You're a great guy, though.  Thanks for being so nice and sweet.  I'm sorry.  Good luck with everything.   

    I haven't spoken to him since.   

    Leah K.

    I think I might do an intensive study into my love life for Valentine's day this year.  I'm starting at the easiest one.  #15.  One with minimal damage, and a rather short span.   Go ahead and tell me how crazy I am for breaking this one off.  Give the guy a chance, right?  

    Lance, Chops, Senior, FS, Cool, Baby daddy, married, 7 seconds, CLB, Lance, FS, Baby daddy, Lance, FS, Country, FS, Challenger, FS.   (the floats in the parade, for my own reference)