British brother-in-law

This weekend ended up being a lot of fun. Well, Saturday was fun. Sunday was just spent taking a mock bar test and studying, which was not fun. But, Saturday was fun and relaxing and refreshing. My baby was christened. Ok, before you start wondering why I’ve never mentioned a baby, let me explain that he’s not really my baby. Though, I may steal him. We’ll see. My best friend, Mrs. Brit, who had a baby in March, had her baby christened in Los Angeles this weekend. She’s been in town for a couple weeks, and her hubby flew in last week. My best friend and her family are very Catholic and have been going to the same church for eons. So, it made sense that they flew here to have the ceremony done. The Godmother is my best friend’s sister, and the Godfather is my best friend’s husband’s brother. He flew in from England too. Let me tell you a little about British Brother-in-law. First off, I think he may be the most adorable thing in the entire world! He’s young- 23. But he looks 12, and seems just as pure and naïve and sweet as anything. He definitely didn’t grow up in Los Angeles, he’s too nice. Or, maybe I did grow up in LA and I’m just jaded about the dudes here. Either way, he’s adorable. I decided that there were 2 options: I could pull a Samantha from Sex and the City and try to seduce him, or I could be a protective older sister and help him meet a nice, cute California girl. Since he’s practically related to me, I decided to go with the second route. We all went out to this lowkey pub/restaurant right near the house. It was the Brits, my best friend’s sister and husband (they’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Physicist. I don’t even know if they’re physicists. They’re both so smart and do top secret type things that I can’t even comprehend what they do), my best friend’s brother and his girlfriend (I can’t think of a good name for them, so we’ll let that one go for now) and then British brother-in-law and myself. The baby stayed home. He’s not old enough to drink yet. Duh. So we went out and had a couple drinks and some appetizers. At first the bar was kind of dead. But, then we noticed a group of girls in the front of the place. Mrs. Brit waited for British bro-in-law to go to the restroom, and then she went up to the girls. I wasn’t there, but I believe she said something like “My brother in law is in town from England, and would love to meet some California girls.” The girls were stoked. Obviously. (And, wingman points for her, right??) So she sends him over to the girls. He sits with them, and you can tell the girls are stoked at first. The only girl who was really memorable was wearing a tank top and a fedora type hat. Such a So.Cal hipster! So, you can tell she’s trying to talk to him. But, did I mention that British Bro-in-Law is a jazz drummer, and that there was a live band playing? Yeah, he was more interested in the band than the girls. The rest of us were watching him, and dying that he wasn’t giving more attention to the girls. At one point, I wanted to go save him, cause he was just sitting there, and the girls were talking to each other. I’ll give hipster girl some points though: she kept trying to get his attention. She even touched him on the shoulder at one point to get his attention, which is obvious “HEY I LIKE YOU!!!” language. He said he didn’t even realize she did that. Awwww! He’s so naïve and sweet! So, eventually, after like 30 minutes, or what seemed like torturous years for the rest of us who were so anxious, the girls decided to leave and go next door. British Bro-in-Law came back, and we all laid into him with pointers and advice. After that, it was time for most of us to leave. I had to go home to get some sleep before the 6 hour test I had the next day. British Bro-in-Law stayed out with Mr. Brit. They went to the bar next door. I’m hoping that they ran into those girls again. Or, at least talked to some girls! Though, I kind of also hope that he didn’t. I don’t think I want slutty Southern California hipster girls spoiling the sweet little British Brother-in-Law. I want him to stay sweet and pure for some perfect little sweet and pure girl so they can live sweetly and purely ever after. Ok, he’s a drummer in a band. I’m sure he’s not that sweet and pure. But, I’m going to believe that he is because I want to.

Another slight update: yesterday I hung out with The Cop. I always have fun with The Cop. He’s just so easy to be around. And he’s silly and fun. And I think it’s kind of sexy that when I hug him, I can feel his gun. Pervs!! I mean that literally! He always has a gun on him. It was nice to hang out with someone who wasn’t TB and to laugh and just be comfortable and forget everything for a while. I’m just really not sure what to expect. I mean, I know he digs me on some level, but I don’t know if he wants to actually date me, or just hang out. I still think I need more attention than he wants to give. Right now that’s fine cause I’m super busy with studying. But, what happens in August when I suddenly have a lot more free time? Though, I also think I tend to rush into things sometimes (shocking, I know!!) and that maybe it’s not normal to spend every minute or everyday with someone right off the bat. Maybe you are just supposed to spend a few hours together, and then not see each other for several days, and then spend a few hours….until you work into more time. I’m willing to give it a shot and see what happens. There’s no point in rushing things. But, did I mention that his favorite pizza is the same as my favorite pizza? Pepperoni and pineapple. I mean, if that isn't the foundation of a beautiful relationship, then I don't know what is. But, I'm not rushing things. Obviously. Plus, my buddy Sharkie wants to hook me up with a buddy of his. Plus side: his friend is super cute! Down side: his friend is like 25 or 26. Jury is still out side: his friend is a Marine. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson by now about Marines. But, I’m stubborn as hell! And he swears his buddy is a good guy who wants a serious relationship. I think I’ll be super cautious about any new Marines. Well, I’ll be cautious about dudes in general. But, especially Marines. Maybe dating more than one dude is what I need to do right now to keep me from getting too attached to any one guy. I don’t like dating more than one guy at a time. I’m not looking to date just to date. I want to date to find that one person who I’m supposed to be with. But, with the fact that I get attached and needy (again shocking!), maybe dating around is the answer. Or, maybe arranged marriage is the answer. Perhaps it’s a multiple choice question and the answer is C) all of the above.

Ok..back to studying.