Saved by the Ball

I feel slightly better about things now…

 

 

Lenny and I got thrown on the same kickball team again, without even trying.  In fact, we both signed up separately and agreed it would be fun to be put on different teams so we could talk shit to each other… instead, we’re now having to work together.  Hah

 

The first week was fun.  We didn’t make it too obvious at the game that there was anything going on between us.  And, until people started leaving the bar, we didn’t really make it obvious at the bar that there was something going on between us… but by the end of the night, some people knew.  Or, rather, I think they thought we were just going to hook up that night. 

 

Our second game of the season was a late game, so as a team, we decided to meet at the bar at 7:30 to start drinking and then we’d walk over afterwards.  Apparently, Lenny and I are the only ones who take drinking seriously, though, because we were the only ones who showed up on time.  Which also means that by the time we got to the park, we were drunk and holding hands…

And now the whole team knows what’s going on.  So much so, that after the game at the bar, a couple of the teammates were like, “kickball comes first, right you guys?  No matter what. ”

Of course kickball comes first.    

The Bromance Begins

I took Lenny to meet Steve & Mrs. Larsen. Had I THOUGHT about it beforehand, I probably wouldn't have... But I just figured since Lenny and Steve are both Magic fans that they needed to meet.

So we basically went on a double date at the Larsens. It was just the four of us, bbqing, hanging out, and swapping stories by the bonfire. And it was pretty perfect.

A few notable hilarious moments:

Lenny and Steve both talking about how they were going to wear their Magic gear, but didn’t want to come on “too strong” for their bromance.  When choosing between milk and dark chocolate for my s’more, I said, “I’ll go dark tonight.” And without missing a beat, Lenny said, “yeah you will.”

 

By the end of the night, Lenny and Steve had the cutest bromance developing, the dog managed to catch and not kill a possum, and I went home with a happy heart. And with Lenny.

And woke up with a text from Cole.
 

Oh, and the Navy Officer gets back next week. We'll see how that goes.

 

Throwing Me Off My Game

I thought things were going great. Nay, things were going great.

And then Friday morning I woke up to a text from Lenny that said "Hey. I think we should just be friends"

"Lol. I thought we were just friends."

"So it's cool if we continue to hang out and just keep it simple?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

And then he asked to hang out that night. 😒

Luckily, I was already busy, so we made plans for Sunday.

Coincidentally, GQ and I were planning on going to Olivia's pool on Sunday, so I just invited Lenny along.

 

 

 

 

 

It ended up being overcast and GQ bought a new dirt bike, so he didn't show up anyway... But as soon as Lenny showed up, he hugged and kissed me. 

 

 

And then we hung out all afternoon at the pool.

And then went to the bar.

And then he asked if he could stay at my house and walk home the following morning.

...This is definitely going to throw off my game.  

Here We Goooo...

Saturday:
Lenny and I met at my favorite barcade at 7:30.  We talked, had a few drinks, kissed, held hands, and tried to go to Mexico. 

When that fell through, we went back to his house and watched Little Miss Sunshine.  No, seriously, we WATCHED Little Miss Sunshine.  Well, until we both passed out (fully clothed) right before it ended. 

Sunday:
We wake up around 9am and decide that we're gong to go to breakfast.  And then breakfast turned into a bottomless mimosa brunch... that started at ten.  We invited a few friends, the drinks started flowing, and before long (actually, it wasn't very long at all, maybe an hour) the mimosas turned into straight champagne.  And then it was 2:00 and the champagne was gone.

So we moved to the next spot.  Before I knew it, I was having problems walking straight and it was 5:30.  We made our way to the Mexican place, got ourselves burritos, and stumbled back to his house. 

Within seconds I was  pantless and passed out on his bed. 
(My phone had died pretty early in the day, so he was quite the trooper and plugged it in for me after I passed out.)

I woke up at 9:30, realized we had been together for 26 hours and I had to work in the morning; I let him know I was leaving and bounced. 

Tuesday:
He texted me in the morning letting me know he found me a couch and said he'd drop it off after the Padres game.  Conveniently enough, I was also going to the Padres game (sepearately, and we didn't meet up; though I did see him and we texted through the whole thing). 

After the game, he brought the (sleeper!) sofa, moved it in, took the burrito I bought him after the game, and kissed me good-bye. 

So, if all else fails, at least I got a couch out of this whole deal... but I think in addition to the couch I got a crush.