When I arrived at the event, Satan was standing with a group of people directly behind my ladies. We both saw each other and he moved toward me, but then stopped to talk to a woman in his group. A few minutes later he came over and said hello, but it was brief and since I was pretty sure the woman next to him was his date, I moved on to find my real date for the evening: Johnnie Walker.
A few minutes later, the Prince of Darkness sends me the following text: "Belle - You look great tonight. I have a date, but...we should get together at some point soon." I replied: "Thanks. I figured as much. Have a great night." He wrote back about his availability over the next few weeks (including a lot of travel) and again said he wanted to go out when he got back from his trip.
At the end of the night when his date went to the bathroom, he came over to tell me goodbye and explained that she was someone he had dated on and off, and that a few months ago they had been on and he asked her to this, but they were definitely not on now. Then he talked about how fun our date had been and that he wanted to see me. Even with the sleaze factor that he was texting me while on a date with someone else, I do buy his story about the girl. And I'm no angel...I have definitely been guilty of texting another dude while on a date. But if we do go out again, you can best believe I will be watching him and his phone.
Betti was making fun of me and "all my men" at this event. It was kinda comical. In addition to Satan, I saw the reporter who happened to be there working. At one point I was actually talking to the reporter and the Devil came and stood right next to me with his date (like practically touching me). It was weird. The reporter had actually emailed me earlier in the day (although I didn't see it until the morning after the event) saying that he knew I was going with the girls, but maybe we could meet up for one of the after parties. He did end up texting me a bit and tried to meet up with me after the event, but he was going to the official VIP after party and my ladies and I wanted to go to a dive bar in our dresses.
I also ran into Chris-a guy I had gone on a few dates with nearly two years ago. I'm not sure who he was there with, but he latched on to me and spent the last 30 minutes or so with us. I was actually on a date with Chris when I met another guy that I ended up really falling for...let's call him Roger. Roger lives a few thousand miles away and is actually the guy I'm trying to forget about or move on from through churning. So in my drunken stupor I thought it a brilliant idea to text Roger and reminisce about our first meeting...even though I haven't really talked to him since my birthday this summer. The texting was going well and he is coming here for work at the end of January and wants to see me, but he wasn't biting on my idea that we should see each other before then. I'm afraid some of my wit might have been lost over text and I may have ended up sounding like a psycho, but I can't really take it back now. I was doing so well too with the drunk texting of Roger...now I just have to stay mute until January and then I'll see him and I can be all crazy in person. Woohoo! Chris ended up texting me about after parties as well, but I was in a basement bar with patchy service and didn't reply.
I also spent a good portion of the night texting another guy so I did really have my hands full. It was a fun night. I woke up this morning still in my dress and with a self-made "to-go" cup of sweet tea vodka I had walked out a bar with and brought home in a cab. It's amazing what you can fit in a stylish clutch!
