I found out (via our daily emails) that the mouse guy lives in my 'hood. Convenient, huh? And that he likes dive bars, which is good because I'd be hard pressed to dig a dude who didn't like to drink a PBR out of a can without a tourist in sight.
So I told him that some friends and I were going to be going to this local watering hole last night and asked if he wanted to join. He did. Hooray! Then I realized I needed a couple of people to go as well because, dammit, I asked him to hang out with some friends and I didn't actually ask any friends. Oops.
I emailed, gchat and texted some pals and gathered four others to join. I literally said, "Hey friend. So I asked this dude - who I may or may not be interested in - if he wanted to go out with me and some friends. He said, "yes" so now I need friends. What are you doing Thursday night?"
This is new for me. I usually don't have my friends meet guys in whom I'm interested in until after several dates but, let's face it, what I've been doing isn't working so I figured I'd try something new.
So we all show up and it's totally normal. Well, close to normal. There is a little bit of awkward, but fingers crossed most of it was in my head. My friend Irene joined and I asked her opinion afterward. She said he seemed nice and interesting and funny and confident and interested in me. All good things. Yay.
Of course, I wouldn't be Betti if there wasn't an awkward goodbye associated with the evening. He walked me home, as did two of my friends so they were there to witness the goodbye. He had a bike so I was hoping I wouldn't have to hug him. It went down like this --- "Okay! Thanks! Bye!" --- I literally yelled that at everyone collectively and ran into my apartment without any physical interaction. I later asked Irene on a scale from 1-10 how awkward was the goodbye, she said five. Oh boy.
The jury is still out, I'm not sure if I like him as more than a friend or not but he seems cool so at worst, I'll have a new friend. And I like new friends.
