Sunday football

Sunday night, after a long day of moving and unpacking (not my own- I’m just a really, really good friend) I went to the Newlyweds to watch football. I was exhausted cause I haven’t been able to sleep at all lately and had a headache. But, I was excited to hang out with good friends to watch some football. I just didn’t drink at all. It Couple was there. As were the BabyTalkers. I was the 7th wheel. Yay. I don’t mind usually. It’s just the way it is. I could sit at home by myself because I hate being the only single person. Or, I could hang out with cool people who don’t make it seem like I’m an odd wheel. It’s just a fun group of friends hanging out. Sometimes I love not drinking when everyone else is, because you get to fully appreciate the hilarity of the situation. People were in rare form. It was amazing! After a bit, Tats McGee and a boy she’s been dating came over. Tats McGee is Mrs. Newlywed’s BFF. Well, she’s BFFs with the entire group, as they’ve all known each other for such a long time. She’s this really fun, really sweet, really awesome chick who has some really great tattoos. She also makes really great drinks. (At the Newlyweds holiday drink party, she made some sort of cider drink or something for ATC and he kept saying how good it was, and asked her to make more. She doesn’t even remember what it is. She’s that good.) She met a guy and has been hanging out with him for a couple weeks now. I don’t know the full story. (I actually don’t even remember his name. Oops.) He seems like he’s really into her. He was very attentive to her, and kept looking at her when she wasn’t looking. It was cute. (I love being a voyeur and watching for moments like that. No, that’s not creepy of me! It’s just being a good friend, so that later I can say “Oh my gosh, I saw him look at you when you weren’t watching, and it was super cute!” See. Not creepy.) He seemed like the kind of guy who goes into any situation and will talk to anyone and make friends. He made an effort to join into conversations and talk. He definitely was the opposite of shy. ATC is a lot like that. I’m jealous of people who have that ability. I’m insanely shy, and don’t talk a lot, especially when I don’t know people. (Like the first time I met the Marine’s best friend/couch surfing buddy, I don’t think I said 2 words!) I’m quiet in general. I prefer to just kind of take in the situation and listen. It makes it easier for me to analyze the situation and people in general. Plus, I’m judgmental, so being quiet helps that. Oooh, now my friends are going to worry what I’m thinking next time I’m quiet around them. Be afraid people. (On a side note, I was talking to the Brohamster last night, and I told him how I think I’m drawn to life-of-the-party type guys- him, ATC- because they’re fun. But, the guy for me is the quieter, strong silent kind of guy-the Marine, the Drywaller. I prefer just staying in and laying low with my guy. I don’t think I can keep up with a louder guy. It’s just not my thing.) But her guy seemed like a good guy from what I saw. What I was most impressed with about the whole situation, is that when they got there in the middle of the game, the Newlyweds got up and went into the kitchen to talk with Tats McGee and the guy. Mrs. Newlywed didn’t even have to instruct Mr. Newlywed that he had to stop watching football and do it. They both knew how important it was to actually separate and get to know this guy for the sake of their friend. I think that’s a natural thing for girls to do. But, I was impressed that Mr. Newlywed did it on his own. He didn’t even have to be told. I think that’s a sign of a good person. I think most guys would have to be told to stop watching football with their buddies to talk to their friend’s new man. It was just a cool thing I noticed. Again, I notice and analyze everything. I can’t help it. Toward the end of the game, the Girl Scout came. The Girl Scout is Mrs. Newlywed’s sister, and the roommate of Tats McGee. Let me explain her name. On New Year’s Day, when we girls sat around talking all day, she showed us her purse, and how it was packed with the single girl’s necessities for a night out. It had a compact and lipstick. Credit cards, cash, cell phone and camera. All the things a girl needs for a night on the town. It was funny how this little, black clutch turned into a carefully packed Mary Poppins purse as she kept pulling stuff out. I don’t even know how she fit everything into this small bag. But she did. I don’t even know exactly all what was in there. But it was the necessities. If there was a badge for partying, she would have won that. This girl is the epitome of work hard, play hard. She has a very serious and important day job. She’s very professional and intelligent. But, she also knows how to party with the best of them. I don’t know how she does it. I’m tired just thinking about it. She’s always prepared to have a good time. Another reason for her new moniker. I was stoked when she showed up, cause now there was an even number, and it was us single girls against the couples. I did feel bad, cause she wanted to go to Sharkeez, but I am so anti-Sharkeez. Bars in general, but specifically Sharkeez. I might be the worst wing woman ever, cause I just hate going out anymore. When did I become a hermit?? I just wanted to go home and watch TV and finish my letter to the Marine. I wrote him this weekend a letter I broke up into parts (i.e. Friday night, Saturday morning, Saturday night, Sunday night.) It made it feel more like I was actually talking to him about my day as it was happening. Kind of cool. I thought it was kind of cool. Who knows what he thinks. Who cares what he thinks. I mean, he’s getting a letter, he should be happy either way. I still miss him a lot, but I guess that’s to be expected. Maybe that's why I don't mind having all couple friends and I don't like going out: there's a boy on my mind, and I don't really want to change that. Oops. After all the convincing I've been trying to do that I'm not still into him, I just let my secret out. Yes, I know you all believed me that I was over him. (Insert eye roll here.) I think there's nothing wrong with still thinking about him, as long as I'm not delusional enough to truly believe that it will work out when he gets home. I'm not. I hope it will. But, I'm not counting on it. I wouldn't put money on it in Vegas. I would throw a penny into a fountain making a wish that it will happen. But, that's about it. Wow, how do all of my posts that have nothing at all to do with the Marine end up talking about the Marine? One track mind, eh?