I was driving back to the big city last night thinking about the perfect weekend I was leaving behind. I hung out with Betty with no drama, I hung out with High School Crush, had some quality family time, and got a nice tan while I was at it.
About an hour outside of the city I got this text from Betty…
“Mercedes just texted me all of this: Ran into Gizzy’s prom date last night. Pretty sure he’s in love with her lol. And I feel like every time I see him he’s wearing the same shirt. High School Crush something something. That’s what his shirt said. And he was asking if she had a bf, if she was dating that High School Crush dude, if she was still in the big city…Lol all up in her biz!”
Uhhh… hold the bus.
As you may recall, Mercedes and I haven’t been friends nor have we spoken in a year and a half because she’s a cum guzzling drama whore. So my first thought was forget prom date, why is SHE all up in MY biz? We are not friends.
This whole situation makes me nervous. You see, back when Mercedes and I were friends she ran into my date to the senior prom at a party, they got to talking and realized they both knew me. So they drunk dialed me. We all had a good laugh about it and I haven’t heard of them running into each other since then, probably 3 or 4 years ago.
Also if you recall, my prom date was/is one of High School Crush’s best friends, and I also drunkenly told HSC back then that I didn’t want to go to prom with the guy. Such a long dramatic history.
Anyway, this is bad. I’ve tried really hard to cleanse my life of bad people like Mercedes. And now this, something that is beyond my control. My biggest fear is that she’s still out to get me and will spill the guts to the prom date about my dating past (Snoop-Linus) and he’ll tell High School Crush all about it. And I’ll look like a weak insecure idiot.
Don’t get me wrong here, I am not trying to hide my dating past from HSC, but we haven’t gotten into all that. And frankly, if we never do I’ll be ok with it. But, if we do have the “Ex talk”, I want to be the one to tell him about the awful life changing relationship with Snoop-Linus. Because if Mercedes tells his friends the emphasis will be drugs, that he cheated on me and I stayed with him, and that I was crazy and looked through his stuff and was basically a stalker trying to figure out who and what he was doing behind my back. When I talk about it I’d like to take the emphasis off the bad decision that I made to stay with him for so long and the crazy that took over me and highlight the fact that I learned about all the things I don’t want in a relationship/partner. Obviously in the right situation with the right guy I won’t be like that again, because I won’t have to. But an ex-friend certainly won’t shed light on how awesome I am.
Anyway, High School Crush is still talking me today so if anything was said and it was passed down the line to him he’s ok with it or doesn’t care, because it’s still normal. So whatevs, I freak out for nothing.
So onto the good stuff, HSC called me on Saturday and asked me to come to his friend’s pool party. I had plans with my mom and sister so I told him I’d come later on that evening. When I got there it was our friend from high school (Closet Freak, if anyone is keeping track), his brother and the brother’s girlfriend, his sister, High School Crush’s sister, and her husband. And the friend’s mom.
As the night wound down HSC asked if I wanted to come back to his parent’s house and hang out, so I said ok.
A little back story here. In high school, Lucky and I were stalkers. We’d drive past the houses of the guys we liked jamming out to Justin Timberlake because it was an adreneline rush. Occassionally when we’d drive past someone’s house they’d be outside, recognize our car and stop us to hang out. I assume that’s why we did it, because we were losers and no one called us to hang out but if they ran into us they’d hang out with us by default.
So as we were about to leave the party I texted Lucky cracking up at myself saying, “I’m about to go to HSC’s parent’s house and I have to pretend like I don’t know where he lives.”
10 years ago if you would’ve told me I’d be going over to his house to hang out I would have slapped you in the face. But today? Not so shocking, and it was just like it would have been in high school. By the time we got there his parent’s were already in bed so we had to sneak around the house in the dark to get to the basement. He showed me his childhood room and we went back out to the tv hang out room to watch a movie. At that point I pictured 14 year old Gizzy and Lucky giving each other a high five. They would be so proud.