Some answers, some new questions . . .
So Drew and I had spoken on Wednesday we tentatively made a date for this weekend - I told him to pick a day and let me know. (Expecting him to call back, like later that night or MAYBE the next day.) He didn't call and my weekend booked up quickly so I decided he was SOL. I also decided that I need a relationship to be a little more of an equal balance not so much me giving and him taking. I don't mind be on the ledge - I want him there with me. So I am kind of washing my hands of this situation. I'm not calling anymore and I suspect that will end it.
Andy never called back and I was completely bummed. (HE didn't even respond to my plea for home repair advice.) Then Saturday night at Church - he stopped me and asked me when I wanted to go to Lowe's! I blushed and told him not only had I already gone, I had already re-painted the bathroom! He asked to see the paint chips later. We kind of stood there looking at each other for a minute and then I blurted out - what about dinner tonight? He said that he'd have to wait and see what happened after service. Long story short . . .we did go to dinner, but with the rest of the band AND with my friend Amy. Amy and I rode to the restaurant together and Andy rode with some people from the band - - but he sat next to me and we talked a little bit. Then after dinner Amy took me back to my car and Andy happened to have not left yet so he pulled around and we ended up talking for about an hour. There was a few times it seemed like he was trying to ask me out and I was trying to figure out how to help, but found myself coming up short. The evening ended pleasantly with him telling me he'd see me in the morning. Things in the morning were a bit chaotic and his mother was there. I'm under the impression that he wsan't expecting her to be there. However I met her and she was very very nice. Though I was disappointed when they left and no word on when we would see each other again. (I am going to his concert this evening though.)
However that evening the waters for me got murkier. . . I have been friends with Paul for almost 4 years and during that time I had met his brother Peter a dozen times. Paul is a few years older than me but one of my best friends - Peter is a few years older than Paul but has always seemed less focused about things that Paul and always seems in and out of tragic relationships. (He's a psycho magnet.) Paul and my friend Amy were kind of interested in each other so I agreed to go out with them on the fourth - we were having dinner at Peter & Paul's house and then heading out to the beach for fireworks. My attitude was totally laid back as I knew both of the men present and knew Paul was interested in Amy and knew that Peter would be "on the prowl." There ended up being an "extra" girl which annoyed me on Amy's behalf but again I wasn't expecting anything so . . .
During the course of the evening I treated Peter the way I treat Paul - in my eyes I was playing the part of the kid sister. There was teasing and general harrassment. The five of us watched fireworks, went to a few bars, and then ended up on the beach. We walked a ways and then walked back where we started where we kind of coupled off - Amy and Paul ended up standing at the water, Peter and I were sitting on the lounge chairs in front of a hotel, and the "extra" chick sat in the sand staring at the moon. I was shocked at how attentive Peter was - he asked questions and actually listened to the answers and at no point did he give the impression that he was waiting for someone better to come along which frankly is what I expected.
So we ended up in an ice fight at some bar - - after a while it just seemed like we were going for any excuse to touch each other. At the last bar they were playing rap and he and I started dancing, and then kissing. It came out of nowhere but we ended up kissing for a long time and at the end of the evening there was awkwardness as we said good bye and we ended up making out like high schoolers in my car in front of his Mom's house. As we parted ways he asked if he could do anything for me and I asked him to pencil me in the next time he's in town. (He lives three hours from here.)
When I talked to Paul the next day I said I feel like I should've be apologizing. He said that Peter normally has a thing for psycho chicks so as far as he was concerned this could be a good thing. (He also said if Peter hurt me - he'd have to kill him!)
So it was a good weekend and I have managed to maintain my usual state of confusion.
I think the mistake a lot of us make is thinking the state-appointed shrink is our friend. - Jack Handy