So if I didn’t let on enough, I was SUPER psyched up for this past Friday night. I had seen on facebook that THE HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH and I would be attending the same party. It was pretty much now or never. Something had to happen because this shit has been 12 years in the making and if something didn’t happen this weekend – I was going to give up. That’s a lie, but for dramaz I’ll keep it.
Betty, her boyfriend, and I went to the party fashionably late. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever been so nervous. Like, I was almost too nervous to drink. ME, Gizzy, too nervous to drink! It’s insane. Every room we walked into I was scanning to try and spot him, there were a few times when I had false alarms and got my hopes up. I was pretty much convinced that he wasn’t coming and had already texted Lucky saying he wasn’t there. When finally, the fog cleared (there was no fog) and there he was. I wanted to feel it out to see how the night was going to go. In my head, if he acknowledged me first it was going to go well because that means he’s grown up, if I had to acknowledge him it would probably be super awkward and nothing would happen.
I was standing there chatting with Betty and her boyfriend peaking out of the corner of my eye when I heard someone yell, “GIZZZY!!!!” when I looked over, it was him. YE-ES!! And a good night it would be! He waved me over to come talk to him, and when I got to the group first I said hi to his best friend, then got the best effing hug of my life from HSC.
Honestly, it didn’t feel like none of us had hung out in 7 years. It was like we were all still BFF’s and had just seen each other last week.
Of course, I had a ridiculous ugly Christmas sweater coozie on my beer and was holding the beer by the coozie. And OF COURSE the beer fell out of the coozie, all over HSC, and I looked like a drunkass even though I was only halvsies drunk – mind you I was double fisting at this point, so it’s probably safe to say I already looked like a drunkass before the beer ever dropped.
There was one girl from high school there, Lindsay. Lindsay was a girl I wasn’t really friends with in high school, but we were cordial to each other, and she hung out with this same group of guys, so sometimes Lucky and I had to tolerate her and her stupid friends. Lindsay stood there and Judge Judyed me while I picked up the beer. She also wasn’t drinking, nor was she wearing an ugly sweater. When I popped up from picking up the beer I was all, “OMG I’M SO SORRY GUYS! IT WAS THE COOZIE!! THE COOZIE MADE ME DROP IT!!” And she was like, “Ugh I can’t take this, I’m tired, I’m leaving.” Ok, Judgey McJudgerson – fucking BYE! Get out of here!
Later I told Lucky that it was a blessing from above that the rest of the girls weren’t there. Because if they had been, things would not have transpired with HSC like they did.
These girls were constantly vagina blocking me in high school. They snatched him up for every single dance, and basically didn’t give the rest of us an ice cube’s shot in hell with him.
But I digress. Now hey are all married, ugly, and fat so it’s not like he would’ve been hooking up with one of them even if they were there – but his time probably would’ve been consumed by them. Because they are whores. I also wouldn’t have felt comfortable standing there talking to him like at all with them standing there looking at me all judgey. So I owe the guy upstairs big time for throwing me a bone on that one.
Anyway, after Judge Judy left we continued to talk for a while. The first thing he said to me, “So you live in The Big City now, right?” OOOOOH YEAH.. I never told him or his friends with that I moved – he totallllllly facebook stalks me. THEN, he mentioned a picture I posted on facebook last week. I’m probably getting ahead of myself in saying this, but I like to think of it as a little preemptive stalking before the party to see what my deal was. Uh yes, I’m single, and yeah I look a little better than I did in high school – so leeeets do this!
Mid-conversation Betty pulled me away to ask me something stupid, and when I turned around he was gone. A little later the party ended and Betty was ready to move on to the next bar. We were taking 1 last shot when I spotted HSC on the other side of the bar.
Now, I didn’t remind Betty that I’ve liked him for 12 years because she would’ve said inappropriate things that would have turn him off of me. So if at all possible, I wanted to keep her out of the loop and let things progress on their own. But now, now, we were about to leave and nothing had really happened so if I wanted to stay I was going to have to tell her. So I did, and no sooner than the words came out of my mouth she took off toward him. UGH. Knew it.
I literally had to jump over top of people to grab her arm so that she wouldn’t go talk to him. And she was all, “But Gizzy, I was just going to tell him that we’re going to a different bar if he’d like to join.” OK, well I’m not a 5 year old, and if I wanted to invite him I would. Yeah, he gave me some good signals when we were talking earlier, but I don’t know what his deal is, I don’t know if he’s interested so lets just fucking go.
Now I had to pee but I’d pee my pants before I left her unsupervised in that bar. So we walked down to the other bar, saw there was a line, decided to go back into the first bar, pee, and then just go home. Betty and I went into the bathroom together and while we were in there I looked at my phone and had a text.
From high school crush!
HSC: Hey! It’s HSC. Are you at bar #2?
At this point I took a time out. Filled Betty and her bf in on the text and asked if they’d be down to wingman at bar #2? They said yes.
Me: Not yet, we’re still at bar #1, but we’re about to head there. Do you want to come with us?
HSC: Yeah, where you at?
Me: By the bathrooms, come meet us!!
HSC: Ok, on my way!
We found each other, took a shot, and headed off to bar #2…
…To be continued Wednesday…