Things took a turn for the weird...

ecently, Seamus and I went to a bar in the neighborhood to play a couple games of pool when two strange things happened:

A guy approached me and complimented me on my piano key belt. This is a belt Ive had for years and it is my favorite, and I get a lot of compliments on it so everything seemed normal until it became clear that he really wanted it. He started by offering me $20. Then after I explained that it was my very favorite belt, and was not replaceable because Hot Topic hasnt sold them for years, he upped the offer to $30, two drinks (one for Seamus, one for myself) and some weed. Then he went $40, two drinks and weed. At that point I asked him if I could think about it. I went back to our table, texted my little sister (who is an assistant manager at a local Hot Topic) about the offer and when she replied "DUDE sell it. I can get you another one" I had to make a decision about what the "right" thing to do was. I couldnt take his ridiculous offer knowing that I would just be getting a new belt (that hadnt been worn for years and almost torn in half on the hole I use most), BUT, times are hard and some easy money and a free drink sounded nice. So I told him that I accepted his offer of $20 and two drinks.

As he was walking away in my favorite belt, and I was stuffing $20 into my pocket and sipping free whiskey, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, like I had made a bad decision. And right as the sinking feeling peaked, I looked up to see The Baseball Player looking confused at the transaction he apparently just witnessed. He came over and hugged me and I quickly explained what had just happened. He laughed and offered to buy Seamus and I a drink, and after politely declining, he offered to play a game of pool that he had been promising me for a while. I told him that Seamus and I were finishing up a game, and that we could play afterward. By that time though, I was feeling a little stressed and like I wanted a cigarette. I asked The Baseball Player and Seamus if they would mind waiting while I smoked real quick and they sort of looked at each other and shrugged and said "you go ahead, we'll just play each other."

Of course.

So after a smoke and a quick "awkward moment!" call to a friend, I came back inside to find them bonding over things they have in common. They are planning to BBQ and play Wii and go disc-golfing together. I am in disbelief. On the walk home Seamus tells me "he seems like a cool guy. I dont see why we cant be friends."

While I prefer this over the alternative scenario of them wanting to rip each others faces off, its just very... unexpected.

Why is it still so hard for me to be in the same room with the Baseball Player? This is a question Ive been asking myself and considering very carefully. He has that thing going for him that he has always capitalized off of: the alluring bad boy thing. Its purely physical and almost never the best decision. I just wish I would hurry up and grow out of being the silly little girl that is even remotely affected by it. Im almost there. And thats exciting.

xo