A few months back I made a rather long entry detailing every moment of the oh-so-magical night I met my Caleb. While that evening will always be special, it was our second "date" that will always stand out the most in my mind. And so now, I will delight you with a few enchanting clips from what I like to refer to as "My Own Personal Groundhog Day–The Only Groundhog Day That Will Ever Mean Anything At All To Me Ever."
February 2, 2002: I started the morning out with a slight hangover and a rousing lecture from my dad, but that didn’t slow me down. Immediately after getting off work at a hellhole the modern world knows as Dillard’s, I made fabulous plans for a girls’ night out at the very same club I had been whooping it up with Caleb at just less than 12 hours earlier.
To my surprise, he called me a few minutes before I headed out, and…I sort of invited him to meet me there, knowing full good and well that I was breaking the traditional laws of Girls’ Night. Hey, a chick’s gotta have someone good-looking enough to dance with!
At this point in time, Caleb had no inkling that I had a daughter (who my parents were so sweet to babysit for the 2nd night in a row), nor did he realize that we lived only 2 seconds away from each other and had attended the same high school. I guess I failed to mention said facts during the hours upon hours we spent talking (and dancing and drinking and making-out) the night before. And I didn’t feel the need to disclose this information with him. After all, it was only Day 2–he certainly wasn’t the first guy to drool over me in a bar, walk me to my car, kiss me or get my phone number–and I fully expected he wouldn’t be the last.
We spent another late night doing much of the same thing–he brought along his friend…um…Barty* (Name has been changed), who was lookin’ for love, and found it–that night, with a beautiful lady who happened to be the same age as me, had just recently gotten a divorce, was going to school, and had a 5 year old kiddo. Hmmmm…sound familiar?
My girlfriends ditched me at about 12:00 to head for home, and I wound up stuck in a truck with Barty and Caleb about 3 hours later, listening to Barty go on and on about "his dream girl". Here’s where it got good for me:
Barty: "I don’t know man. She’s hot and all but she’s 21, she’s divorced, AND she’s GOT A KID! I can’t handle a kid, dude."
Caleb: "Don’t rule her out completely–you might miss out on getting to know a really great girl just because she’s got a kid–kids aren’t a deal-breaker. They’re a bonus."
Barty: "Yeah, I guess you’re right. You guys wanna stop at Whataburger?"
Ah, Whataburger. I don’t think I’ve ever been there between the hours of 8:00 a.m and midnight. Anyway, I digress.
If I was smitten the night before, I was head-over-heals in love after listening to that elusively-intelligent-man-dialouge. They dropped me off at my house, and Caleb and I made plans for an official "first date" in the following week.
I found out months later what really went down after I had exited the truck. Apparently, Barty had recognized me, or at least my house–I imagine the conversation to have gone something like this:
Barty: "Dude–I think THAT girl has a kid, too! I think she went to school with my sister!"
Caleb: "F*CK! Now I’ll HAVE to date her."
Needless to say, the sister was called, and the jig was up–though Caleb never let on that he knew; I volunteered the information 3 days later. He screwed himself on that one! But look where he is now…and Barty is happily married to the dream girl.
To be continued…