Saturday, May 19, 2012

Women do get out of prison...

Once up on a time, I was having a particularly long week and I was having a little bit of drama, which is pretty rare.  Don't freak out, I wasn't preggo or anything close to that kind of drama.  Now,  Miss Sweet Home Alabama likes to call it Melrose drama.  I like it, and I am using it.

Back to the story at hand.  Miss Silky Hair asked me to go to a concert in Fort Worth on a random Wednesday night.  To pull myself out of the funk I was in, I said, what the hell?  I am in.  So after work, I headed that way.  We first met up at the Magnolia Motor lounge for some food, and it was good.  I had a crazy hot dog.  So then we headed over to the Capital Bar.  It's generally a stomping group for TCU cake eaters, but I didn't care.  Miss Silky Hair had brought her rough and tough beau, Mr. The Real Deal.  He makes me feel like if something were to happen, he would probably throw down and take his giant cowboy boot and that would be the end of it.  Perhaps they would just back off.  Mr. The Real Deal reminds me of Clint Eastwood, a bad ass.  That and he uses a lot of Tabasco while eating, which I think is cool. 


So a friend of Mr. The Real Deal comes to our little gathering.  He has giant arms and a dashing smile.  I liked him.  He was friendly and nice and later in the night, we were the last two talking.  I figured he was probably a half decent guy or my friends wouldn't have taken off if they thought I was going to get snatched in the parking lot.  So we chatted and laughed and for the first time in a long while, AND it was easy. 

SIDEBAR:  I do have a text boyfriend in Austin.  That's a whole other story.  He is sweet and perfect and I like him just that way.  Did I mention he lives in Austin?  Part of my awesome luck.

So this guy, we will call him Enrique.  He wasn't all Hispanic, but a bit of Italian too.  So he offered to walk me back to my car.  I almost dropped over with the offer.  I was like what a decent guy with manners. 
SIDEBAR: I am pretty sure meeting this guy had to do with my new very trendy haircut with the indie bangs.  I am just saying.

So he did and then I drove home.  He called me to make sure I made it.  I was like holy cow, I hope this guy calls me.  So he did, on the phone. NOT via text.  I was like OMG, is this the 90's?  He asked me how my day was and that he enjoyed my company and I found out we had many similar interests. 

Fast forward a week later.  I hadn't seen him, he would call me at the end of the day on his day off.  No plans developed, he went out of town and just as easily as he came into my life he was started to disappear.   How you make ask?  Well I will tell you.

I had breakfast this morning with some very good friends in the Fort Worth Stockyards.  So Enrique called Tuesday at around 3:15pm, and I was pretty sure he was stealth calling me.  You know when they call knowing full well they can't reach you and will be forced to leave a message.  Well played.  So he didn't leave a message and so I didn't call him back.  Why? Maybe he didn't even mean to call me!  So Miss Silky hair tells me this:  Enrique got a new number.  I was like OK.  Then she tells me the most insane story.  His girlfriend from back in the day was RELEASED FROM PRISON!  I was like of course.  I have a tractor beam on me that says, oh you're insane, then yes, you should like me.  I mean what?  That has to be only things that happen to ME!  So she says, well apparently she went to prison for signing something and they had shared bank accounts and this and that and she basically came back and this is what went down:

1) She called all the girls in his phone.  (probably my stealth call)
2) She made him get a new number
3) She made him delete his FB
4) They are back together

I am like, how do women get this power and can I take a course in how to do it.  What?  I mean she is like hey, I am out of prison, The End.