Going For Gold... And Falling Short

If given the opportunity, or, at least when I decide I'm ready, I like to think I'd be a damn good girlfriend. 

 

Lenny was having a bad weekend (the Knights and Jags lost...again) so I thought I'd be the best and surprise him with a six pack of his favorite beer, a Calfiornia burrito, and a box of condoms.  (Seriously, what more could a guy want, right?!)

 

So there I am, walking around Ralphs (in my pajamas, sans bra because it's still hot as balls) looking for the condom aisle. Well, turns out there isn't a condom aisle, (c'mon! this was in Hillcrest!)... they had condoms... but none big enough to fit him. 

 

 

 

So I just showed up with a six pack of beer and burritos. 

 

Still awesome, but not has awesome as it could have been.

YIKES

 

 

I only have six months left of being in my twenties...

 

Time to get cray cray!

San Diego in September

Is brutal.  Eleven months out of the year, we have wonderfully perfect weather.  And then September rolls around and it's hotter than the devil's dick. 

 

 

 

It's almost 90 degrees every day, the humidity is off the charts, and no one has air conditioners.  I seriously enjoy coming to work because I'm getting paid to sit in an air conditioned building.  

 

It was so hot on Sunday I was dripping sweat laying naked on the bed in front of the fan.

 

With Lenny. 

 

 

The End of an Era

GQ has been quite the recluse this summer... but I suppose that's what happens when you're an engineer, and a model, and a grad student and all those other things. 

 

After making and breaking a million plans this summer, we finally hung out this weekend... and he broke the bad news:

He's moving to LA at the end of the month. 

I mean, yes, it's great that he landed his dream job and they made him an offer he can't refuse...but how is he supposed to fall in love with me all the way in LA?

 

 

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.