Yesterday

So, I think its safe to say I have entered uncharted territory here. I've had my fair share of experiences with men, but this newest one has thrown me for quite a loop. In the best way possible. But still, I have found myself saying and doing things I've never thought possible.

Case in point: Mr. Wonderful had a Crew Competition in San Diego this past weekend, so he was going to be out of town. Didn't think it would affect me, especially since we are in the newest stages of our relationship. (By George! Did I just say a relationship?! Stop the presses! Ha ha ha...) I was busy at work dealing with the mad crowds for March Madness so it wasn't like I would have time to see him anyway. But when the only thing I heard from him all weekend was a text that said "Thanks, xo"... I was annoyed. Okay, so annoyed isn't the word I'm looking for. I freaked. Freaked my mother freaking freak, as Ellen would say. I started second guessing everything. His feelings. My feelings. The fact that I actually had feelings. I was a mess. And while all this was going on, there was a teeny tiny part of my brain, or sanity, that said "Jamie, relax.. maybe he's really busy actually doing stuff. Maybe his phone isn't working. And most importantly, maybe you shouldn't freak out over a guy you've been seeing for a week."

My mom didn't help matters at all. She is the Negative Nancy, or as I call her, the Eeyore of the bunch, to put a damper on things. Saying things like "I'm just not sure how I feel about him going out of town so soon in your relationship. I mean, you've never seen his house. Or know where he lives. He could be married!" Or my personal favorite, "I just hope nothing happens to him before you guys can get serious." So when I heard nothing all weekend, I thought the worse. Mama brainwashed me into thinking he was either knocked overboard and floating out to sea, or having a rendezvous with his wife in some swanky hotel.

So Monday morning comes, I'm beyond irritated. I have a breakfast date with my Grandma, Aunts and Cousins who are all waiting eagerly to hear about my new love. And the last thing I want to talk about is him. I give them the short version that leaves them feeling unsettled, and not the detailed versions that I had given others that left them feeling elated.

And then, as if my day couldn't get any worse. I'm driving back from breakfast with my cousin, and I hear a loud noise and then a weird banging noise as I drive. I thought my tire exploded or I killed something. But it turned out it was just a huge bolt in my tire. Yes, friends, a bolt. And this tire being the one I purchased maybe two months ago. So I was more than excited to maybe have to buy a new one. And then, who decides to call at that very moment I am pulling over to the side of the road? Yep. Him. Mr. Wonderful who has been M.I.A for the last three days. Seeeeriously. What are the odds?

So instead of questioning the "Houdini Act" we are now discussing tires. I don't know if he sensed the tension in my voice, or maybe he thought it was tension over the bolt, and not him. But I was still irritated. Clearly. And later on in the day, when we finally had a chance to talk I was too drained to even make an issue about it. He apologized for not calling at all cause his phone literally died, as in permanently. And I brushed it off and said, "Oh, no worries. Its fine." And even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I couldn't believe I was saying it.

So then cut to me hours later at work. I'm in the kitchen when one of my coworkers says, "Your boyfriend is here." and my stomach jumps. I go out to see him, and am reminded instantly how much he drives me bonkers. His smile, his big strong hugs. The sweet way he can look at me, say a simple "Hi" and make me melt. Uhh.. big sappy mess. Insert fork. Done and done. I end up admitting to him I lied, and was not fine that he didn't call. That I actually was a basket case. And then I got nervous I said too much too soon. I mean, I went from a 5 year relationship where we never spoke of our feelings, to a week long one where I am having verbal diarrhea non-stop. Probably not the best of metaphors, but oh wells. And that's when he admitted to me that he got freaked out when I said I didn't care we didn't talk. Because he thought maybe he was more invested than I was. So it all ended up working out. We were there smiling and falling in love, all the while my tables that needed beverages, or maybe food or the check went unnoticed. Oopsies. It was incredibly hard to focus, friends. But I managed.

And I wish I could say that's where the story ended.. But this is me we are talking about here, so there is one last twist to this story.

Skip decided to pay me a visit last night as well. And where, out of ALL the tables in the restaurant do you think he sat?? Yep, directly in front of Mr. Wonderful's table. And to top it all off, he sat in the seat which allowed them to be facing each other at all times. I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS STUFF UP. My luck, I tell you. So Skip sees me talking to him, Mr. Wonderful sees me talking to Skip. Everybody sees everybody. And granted, the two of them don't know each other. Or even know how I know each of the other. But it was about to get really interesting.

I walk up to Mr. Wonderful to see how he's doing and he says, "I just sent you a text. I know you're working but I just had something on my mind.. I just see you at work, in your element, see you talking to different people and I just wonder why you don't date guys like that. You know, ones more your age." And then he motions towards Skip. (FYI.. Mr. Wonderful is a teeny, tiny (okay, lots) older than me.) I was stunned. Dumbfounded. Was this really happening to me?! I asked him if we were really gonna have this serious of a talk while I was bussing tables and serving beers. And he apologized, and told me that he really, likes me. Already cares about me so much, and wants nothing but the best for me. And I melted again. Because I can't remember a time when any guy I've dated, older or my age, ever treated me the way he does. And so I told him I've tried dating guys my age. And the truth is, they are retards, Skip included. Yes, he is adorable and kisses amazing, but he is all about the ladies and isn't settling down any time soon.

And to make matters worse, apparently he overheard Skip and his buddies talking. And they were of course talking about girls. So the next time I walk up to Mr. Wonderful, he is now enraged with Skip and his buddies for being disrespectful towards women. And is fighting the urge to say something and/or hit them in the face. So, I think its pretty safe to say I can never tell Mr. Wonderful about Mr. Skip.

At the end of the day (literally), it all worked itself out. Mr. Wonderful was able to calm down after a kiss or two, and is still wonderful. And Skip skipped himself out of my work and off to go meet some ladies. So everybody wins. Well, maybe not my tire. That little guy is a goner for sure.

Stay tuned my friends, life is sure getting interesting. ;)