Like A Breath Of Fresh Air

MOB calls me around noon and asks me how he got home. As if I have a clue. He barely remembers anything after we left the bar last night. He asks what I’m doing tonight. I tell him I’m having people over for a little gathering. He asks if he can come. I tell him he can only because I know that he won’t.

Crazy James calls and tells me Tiny got sentenced to two year in jail. Doesn’t know exactly what happened but sometime between 2 AM Thursday night and Friday morning. I tell James we saw Tiny at the diner and we piece together what happened. Very scary. I said, “let me know if there’s anything I can do.” James busts out laughing. “I thought you were scared of his anaconda!” Again, I regret that I talk. “A-you weren’t supposed to remember that. And B-I’m not talking conjugal visits but moral support or something. I don’t know.”

I have two missed calls from Gloves. I return but I get the voicemail. I don’t leave a message. He calls back a little later. I ask what he’s doing and he says “Hanging with the lady.” Why the hell would you tell me that? And why would you call me if you’re with her? Have you no brains whatsoever? He says if he can break away later he’s going to try and come through. Don’t bother. Truth be told, I only wanna see him so he can see my haircut. Other than that, I have no use for him anymore.

Vagina Jane, Dorothy, Teach and our friend Iowa gorge ourselves on dips, junk food and booze and play poker while watching the Golden Globes. It’s fun. Eventually Vagina Jane, Dorothy and I find our way to the bar. Crazy James is hammered! Sassy and her friend G are there. We all drink and play darts and harass the locals. As I’m shooting darts I get the feeling someone is watching me. I glance over towards my stool and see Von. We share a smile. I shoot and then make my way back over. He gives me a big hug and scoots close to me on the neighboring stool. He leaves his hand on my back as we talk and leans in close so he can hear me. He tells me he was planning on coming out to see me Friday night but he was sick as a dog from Thursday night. I don’t tell him that I also had a run in with some kind of “bug”. We sit at the bar talking and everyone else just disappears. Up until the point that Milkshake and Vagina Jane climb on the bar and begin to dance and the owner walks in and shuts the place down. It’s only midnight!

Vagina Jane, Dorothy, Sassy, G, Von and myself head to my house. We sit around drinking and hearing horror stories from Sassy and G about work. My side hurts I’m laughing so hard. Sassy tells a story like no one I’ve ever met (and louder than most as well). Von and I go outside for a smoke. I am happy to find that I was not drunk and imagining that he was a wonderful kisser. He comes through again. Sweet, tender, soft. Enveloping me in his strong arms. I’m seriously weak at the knees. I bury my head in his chest. He is hands down the sweetest guy I have met in a long, long time. Besides Jas, I don’t know if I’ve ever known anyone so sweet and sincere. Eventually my friends decide to go home and Von and I are alone. I’m slightly nervous, which is uncharacteristic to say the least. As we’re heading upstairs my phone rings. I look to see that it’s Gloves and hit ignore.

I swear Von and I kissed for hours. It’s wonderful. Things progressed and as much as I love to kiss and tell…all I can say is magical…each of the six times…amazing…bliss. We talk about his divorce, our careers, our friends, our likes, our dislikes, you name it. We finally drift off to sleep around 6:30. We wake up at 9. He calls his boss and tells him he’s going to be late. We squeeze in a quickie then I take him to work. The minute I’m around the corner I have to call Sca and tell her what happened. She can hear my smile 2000 miles away.