I met this guy at a party for one of BestGuy’s friends – he’s a friend of a friend of BestGuy, hence the name ThriceRemoved. At first I did notice that he seemed nice, and was nice to look at, but more importantly, he was there to talk to me when I knew almost no one but BestGuy, and I was tired of tagging along (and some girls were drooling over BestGuy and I was all up in their way). So Thrice and I began chatting. And I realized he was quite charming, intelligent, respectful, even funny. We ended up chatting for most of the evening, and when the party moved to a local bar, he walked along the way with me. At the end of the evening when BestGuy and I were walking back to the car, Thrice walked with us. As he turned to go his way he said good night to BestGuy and gave me a hug. BestGuy even commented on the hug. I was, to say the least, interested.
The following weekend was another birthday for a friend of BestGuy. Thrice was there as well. One of the other party-goers commented on Thrice and me talking so much, asking if there was a thing a’brewin’. I’m sure I blushed. There was a bit of drinking and a lot of dancing for this night, and an improptu appearance by Wreckinator (which prompted Thrice to seemingly jump to my side).
At the end of the night BestGuy was taking an overly-drunk girl home, I was helping an overly-drunk friend out of the bar, and Thrice offered a ride to yet another drunk girl – we were like the drunk patrol. The friend I was helping became enraged, over something that only her drunken stupor understood, but she was yelling rather loudly about Thrice and the drunkie he was walking with. So I quickly ushered her off and out to the car, without really saying good bye to anyone.
When I finally got home I felt badly for leaving without saying much, worse if Thrice had heard my drunk friend yelling, so I decided to be a little forward and send him a message (via the interwebs, it’s all I had to work with) – apologizing for the way the night had ended, and telling him I’d had fun hanging out and hoping we’d do it again sometime. A week goes by. No response. I can take a hint, obviously he’s not as hopeful we can do it again – but how hard would it have been to write back something like “It was nice to meet you too, I’m sure I’ll see you around.” It doesn’t commit him to anything, and would at least ease my feelings of being an a-hole. But, alas. Nothing.
Until a week later, when there was yet another outing with the same crowd. BestGuy didn’t know about the note I’d sent, I figured with no response there was no need to broadcast it. But BestGuy was still trying to play wingman. Thrice was there, and BestGuy kept giving me eyes. But, he stopped when he realized that Thrice was avoiding me like the plague. I guess that eased my feelings of being an a-hole, as it turns out he’s not the nice, respectful guy I thought he was. Byebye ThriceRemoved.
