Friday, February 03, 2006

Bowling is for Losers

Now for all those people who are thinking...hey wait a minute, I like bowling....I mean figuratively not literally. Maybe I should explain. I fear we are getting into one of those areas inside MY mind that makes everyone on the outside just scratch their head. So sit back and enjoy this ride, because it is going to be a doozy!

I'd say it all started when Boa's Peter Pan told her "he needed a break." A break she said...ahhhh o.k. Fuck him, I said, but whatever. I heard a rumor he wears white sweat pants...draw your own conclusions. Anyway...circa around 1 week ago I decided it was time to send "the busy guy" an e-mail...it was risky. I mean was I, the queen of out of sight out of mind, F**k you, I don't need a man, I am woman, hear me roar...going to put it out there with a guy who so plainly did a 180 in 24 hours and then blamed it on his busy work schedule? Well, looks that way. So I draft, yea, I used the word draft...you can take the girl out of the law school, but you can't take the law school out of the girl...an e-mail to said "busy guy" and float it around to all my best buds for comment...It was apparently approved because I sent it and then the waiting began...

Girl who sent an e-mail to an ex's log- Day 1
One second after e-mail sent: "shit! What am I thinking...can I retract that?"
Two seconds after e-mail sent: "fuck it! He'll do whatever and I don't care (ROAR...)"
Three seconds after e-mail sent: "Why hasn't he written me back yet... (meow)"

Girl who sent an e-mail to an ex's log- Day 2
Still haven't heard from him...time to call in the cavalry, this girl is about unravel.
Me: "Boa...I sent the e-mail, but I still haven't heard from him! Bad sign...right?"
Boa: "No, not necessarily…could be real busy with work. That seems to be the theme of January."
Me: "But, not too busy for Match.com..."
Boa: "He is a loser then…he and [peter pan- edited for content] should get together and go bowling."

And so it was born...the league of all leagues...the bowlers...aka losers. And I should probably mention that the only other person on this earth who "got it" was Boa...or was that me getting her, either way. Not that there is necessarily anything wrong with bowling...Actually I understand that they have constructed quite the modern bowling alley in Gallery Place, although with some pretty weird requirements to get in...Looks like Peter Pan and his white sweat pants are out, but I digress.

And here we are 1 week after sending the "busy guy" the e-mail... and I have some updates.
1) It appears that the "busy guy" is/was actually just trying out for the bowling team..., as opposed to Peter Pan, who quite clearly is not only on the team, but is Team Captain. He did reply to my e-mail and actually wanted to get together. I suggested drinks, he suggested dinner. Good sign, right? Well...he calls me up the day we are supposed to hang out...he sounds like crap...coughing, sniffling, raspy voice...but claims he can still get together. To which I say...no thanks. I don't need those germs 3 weeks before I have to take the bar exam...

2) So I send him another e-mail...I know I have completely lost my mind...and suggest Saturday (tomorrow) for the meet & greet. To which he responds in the following way:

The Busy Guy: "That should be fine although I am a little bit leery of setting it in stone because I am still struggling to get over this cold and I know that you aren't really interested in getting sick but I should be okay. If you wanted to meet me at my place, you could hang out and have a glass of wine while I pull myself together. In any event, let's talk Friday or early Saturday and see where things stand."

Did anybody understand that? Its fine, but I'm sick, so no, but maybe, it should be o.k., come over my house and drink wine. I thought I was supposed to be the flaky one. And my response:
Mav: "I doubt that you are still contageous. But just in case, I'll bring the purell. See you at 8."

Hehe, that'll show him. He can be the indecisive guy, but I am going to be direct and to the point. I am starting to wonder if they are outfitting him with his Satin bowling jacket...intials "SG" on the right breast pocket...Sweet!

and of course...the Busy Guy: "So saturday sounds good. I am feeling okay so hopefully I will continue to improve. Let's talk Friday or Saturday. Any thoughts about dinner? Should we make reservations somewhere? "

Mav: "Reservations may be wise...would you like me to take care of that or would you rather take the reigns? "

Busy Guy: "I have no idea about Saturday, we don't even have to go anywhere all that nice, I just don't really want to wait in line. On the other hand, let's just play play it by ear. By the time you get to my place, we have a couple of drinks, it will probably be late enough to avoid the crowds. Sound good?

Sure....whatever Steve-o, Steve-o, the delicate flower Steve-o. (Boa and I decided to rename him, after the wine fest about being sick prompting the following e-mail to be written from me to Boa: Steve-o is apparently still feeling a tad under the weather, however he should be o.k. by Saturday and let the bowling tourney rage on without him. I'll keep you posted on our fragile little flower as this cold really seems to have a noose around his delicate little neck. I wonder how he lifts that 10 lb bowling ball...he is so delicate. "...ahhh we are so clever in coming up with our nick names.) Now I really need a drink...

So I decided to show up tomorrow night in my pajamas, with a bottle of wine and a bowling ball.

To be continued....

p.s. Girls Rule, Boys Drool!