#WTF: About last night ... can I get a rundown? (@dustycpollyd's Version)
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Polly Dixon
Two nerds experienced one very dramatic, Jerry Springer circa 1995 style evening last night. They each posted their side of the story without consulting the other to give their own unique perspective on the events that occured. Click here to read @JenFriel's side of events.
So. Last night. It happened. This is my side:
I don’t even really know how to start the story other than I have a trainer. And I have a huge crush on him. We’ve been working out since mid-February together. . . twice a week for one hour. Initially, we were besties. He’s a super cute, very toned body, shy, sweet, southern boy. He knows more about my life than a lot of people. Something about sweat and vulnerability and my deepest, darkest secrets come flying out of my mouth. I know about his ex. He knows about mine. I know his girl dilemmas. He knows about my boy dilemmas. All that said, somewhere along the line, I started thinking of him differently. The next thing I knew I was wondering what his butt looked like with his clothes off. Or what his abs really did look like. But I said nothing. I did nothing. The next thing I know, he was asking me to be friends on Facebook. We leaped into that. We started texting more. Initially just about working out…and then one Friday night, he asked me to go to dinner. That night. Very last minute. Specifically, he asked me to go to Outback Steakhouse. [I know. A lot of people have grimaced over that request. But little does anyone know I LOVE OUTBACK!!! So it was perfect and cute and a little taste of home for me. I mean…in LA, no one goes to chain restaurants, but that’s all we have in my Upstate NY hometown. So yeah. I loved it.] Trying to wrap up a long story filled with tons of really cute details…I didn’t go to dinner with him that night. A few days later, he wanted me to hang out again. I couldn’t. And that’s how it has been for several weeks now. Always trying to hang out but never actually being able to make it happen…either he was busy or I was busy or we were out of town, etc. Except for last Thursday, he invited me over to drink wine on his couch. I KNOW. Duh. When a dude invites a girl over to his home without going on a real date…it means one thing and one thing only. SEXY TIME. So yeah. I went. And I knew that’s where the night was going to end up…although I was determined to not give it up. You guys…it was so cute. We drank wine, ate cheese and strawberries, candles were lit and we played JENGA. Um. Amazing. And then after a few hours, he finally kissed me and it was the softest, sweetest, longest - take your breath away – kiss ever. And then….one thing led to another and yup. We did it. And it was fantastic. Like really hot, romantic, staring into each other eyes, passionate, everything you’ve always wanted in a sexual encounter. BUT HE IS MY TRAINER. So there’s that.
Again, trying to make a long story short, but it’s not working. We both went to Vegas. He with his boys. Me with my friends. We tried to link up the entire time but it just never happened. But we did text message all weekend long…all of which included things from him like “I miss you”; “wish you were here”, “let’s hang out when you get back”. Oh and then some dirty sexting too, which I love and think is so hot. Okay. But anyways…so at our training session on Thursday, he was hinting about hanging out. Suggested burgers, but then when I asked him about really going to grab a bite to eat, he made some dumb comment about getting a shake. I didn’t answer. Fast forward several hours later, he sent a mean text message that was said “Good Talk”. When I saw him at the gym later, we laughed about him sending me a mean text message. Point One for me. I felt I had him in my pocket. He totally likes me. Why else would he send a mean message? After all, he told me that he was upset that I didn’t answer. Hah. So NOW FINALLY, we get to what happened last night.
Very first time that him and I were out on the town together. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of inviting him to hang out with my three other girlfriends….@jenfriel included. Never a good thing. Ever. Don’t ever invite a boy to a girls outing. Initially, he said he coming. And then he didn’t show up for 2 hours. And had not texted me. At which point, I got very upset. Wanted to fire him. Get my money back. Couldn’t believe he was standing me up. My biggest pet peeve is when people say they are going to do something and then just don’t. Irritating. And so, I started complaining to @jenfriel about it. Keep in mind that I’m not good with the whole dating thing, with the whole dude thing. I was in a relationship for 5 ½ years, engaged to the guy, and he up and left me three months before our wedding. Walked out with no explanation. Fast forward 2 years, I still have a lot of problems. I can’t handle the guy situation. I’m convinced that every single guy I meet is going to leave me at some point and that terrifies the hell out of me. I’m very insecure and have a lot of trust issues. Thank you, you jerk Ex. And @jenfriel know this. And so do all of my friends. That said, they all are very protective of me when it comes to the dudes.
This guy, is the FIRST guy, that I actually can see myself in a relationship with. I feel he’s boyfriend material. He’s so nice. He’s deep. He’s smart. He gives good advice. I mean, the list goes on with how I feel. And this is a HUGE HUGE step for me. So when he didn’t show up, I was devastated. Turns out, he actually fell asleep. He works long hours, all day every day and got home and passed out on the couch. When he woke up he texted me that he was pulling himself together and coming out. YAY! So I went from devastated to ecstatic. Fast forward, he’s sitting between me and @jenfriel. . . and he starts texting. I see the text message…it says something about being asleep on the couch. I also think it says my name in it. All of a sudden, I see FIRE coming out @jenfriel's eyes. And I know something is up. Just as I was texting her to spill, she was texting me that she needed to tell me something and into the bathroom we went. She says to me that he was texting a girl named Melissa that he was passed out on the couch. Exactly the same thing that he had texted to me earlier. So she thinks that he is telling another girl the same line and that it begs the question what he was doing the 2 hours before he met us. Here’s the deal though….he is the most honest, genuine, sincere person that I’ve met. He says it how it is and that is that. So, as we are walking to the next bar, he is texting again. I ask – who are you texting? He was texting a guy friend that we were meeting up with. I ask – who is “Melissa”? He laughs. And says “Are you jealous?” And of course, I act like I am but still saying “no”. Well, Melissa is his friend and he met her in Vegas (the same weekend, he was texting me that he missed me…a little suspicious but we are not together. we are not boyfriend/girlfriend. I am still prowling around with other dudes too. So who cares.) BUT @jenfriel decides to make it a big deal and pull me into the bathroom at the next bar and have a face to face with me about it. I was pissed. One, because this is the first time my trainer and I had been out in public together and she was causing a scene over it. And two, let me make my own mistakes. I’m having fun now. I like the boy and while I appreciate her concern, it was not the time or the setting to say such things. I don’t think. And I said that to her…along those lines. I mean…I love her. And I love my friends for caring about me. But no matter what, I need to make my own mistakes and learn from them. I think. Maybe. Who knows.
This is the longest side of a story ever.
Anyways, I stomped out of the bathroom and dragged him away from @jenfriel and my other friends. We went to a corner of the bar and I straight up confronted him…who is Melissa? Why did you text her? Are you sending her the same text messages that you send me? What the hell? And he showed me the text message: I was passed out on the couch. How was your sushi?” Here are my thoughts: If he really had dirty intentions with this girl, why would he pull out his phone and text her right in front of my face and my friend’s face!? It doesn’t add up to me. And then we had an in depth convo about what we were doing and why we were doing it. He straight up told me that he likes me. He has no idea what we are doing or why we are doing it. That he is in unchartered waters and doesn’t know what to do about. That he knows that sleeping with me is the worst business decision ever and that he’s dumb for doing it but he likes me. And yes. We are going to hook up again. He has fun with me. He is also well aware of my ex issues and my heart being broken and that he needs to be extra careful with me and that he is being careful with me. And then he got me a water to drink. NOT an alcoholic beverage. If he truly was a douchey guy that solely wanted to sleep with me, he would have ordered me a drink.
And so there’s that. I told @jenfriel to stop being so protective of me and to try to be nice to him. But she wasn’t. And while we were walking to our next bar (god. we definitely bar hopped last night), she brought down the inquisition on him rather than trying to make up and be smiley, happy face, nice friend of Polly. Ahah. Watch out peeps. She keeps it real. So she doesn’t like him. And he doesn’t like her. And there I was. Caught in the middle. The rest of the night is kind of blurry. I think we danced together. I think he was a little touchy feely. And then we jetted. I totally left my friends at the bar. And guess what? He drove me home and dropped me off. Like a gentleman. Thank you very much.
I still like him. He still likes me. This morning he texted me to tell me, he had fun last night. So BOOM. Game on, people.
Oh yeah and we woke up this morning, and these were on my doorstep.
FANNY COOLER PACKS!!!!
... and now, we have fanny packs.