A DAY WITH AN AWKWARD BEGINNING TURNED OUT WONDERFUL

On my other blog, I told you about a plane ride that P set up for Derek.  I was not very happy, to say the least:  Derek is Going on a Plane Ride .  Well, Derek made it home safe, and everything was hunky-dory when all three of them walked into the house afterwards.  Yes, that's right, I said ALL THREE.  Talk about awkward.

Let's backtrack.  It was a beautiful day, so after a couple of hours of biting all my nails off, I decided to try to get my mind off plane crashes.  Yoga in the backyard was a good idea for that, so I went in the back yard with my MP3 player.  Listen to music and relax, right?  

I can do all these positions--Not!

I was struggling with the downward facing dog position (what other one would it be when this happened?), twisted up and sweating my ass off--as usual.  I looked up, and suddenly T was there with a huge smile on his face.  Stunned, I fell over.

As he helped me up, my heart was racing.  I was in full blown panic.  Where was P?  Could he see us?  Never mind that we were only talking at this point.  I asked T firmly what he was doing there (as firm as a whisper could get), and he told me that P asked him over for lunch to thank him for the plane ride.  Then I asked him "Why did you accept?", and he said "What was I supposed to do?".  Then he said something about how great I looked in my workout outfit, and suddenly I was blushing like a teenager.  I'm a sucker for a good compliment.

Next thing I know, P called my name with a little aggravation in his voice.  Panic again, but I  knew that I was far enough away from T not to cause any suspicion.  Did he hear what T said?  No.  He was wondering where the gift was.  "What gift?" I asked.  Now, P was frustrated.  "Didn't you get the gift for the party at the mall that Derek is going to today?"  Oops!  I had forgotten all about it.

I apologized, as P pissed and moaned that now he had to go out of his way to get a gift, and would have to leave earlier than expected.  By the way, the store is in the same mall as the place where the party is--just saying.  He barked for Derek (who I had not even seen yet) and told him that I screwed up, essentially, blah blah blah blah blah.  "Where has your head been lately?" P asked.  I didn't have an answer to give him, and just shrugged my shoulders.  Although I do know where it has been.  It was worried since yesterday, and the rest of the week, it's been in the clouds.

So, Philip apologized to T, directed me to make T lunch, and then walked off in a huff with Derek close behind.  Luckily, I was able to say goodbye to the son that I didn't have a chance to say hello to ("I'm glad you're alive, son").  When they were gone, it was just me and T.

I was relieved that he did not bad mouth P, or scold me for failing to defend myself.  I was too mortified to rehash what had just happened,  He just asked me one question.

"Where has your head been, Peach?" he asked with a smirk.

T, You know damn well where it has been. It has been next door--with you.

Later, while in my sanctuary, I told T that I loved him.  I don't know why it took me so long to confess it, because I've felt this way for a long time.  He said that it was the best news that he's ever heard.

I MAY HAVE GONE A LITTLE OVERBOARD--TO SAY THE LEAST

I really should not drink. Really. My other blog told about my big night out with the girls, but it did not tell you everything. This is the rest of the story:

I was having a good time with the girls, it's true. But when I saw T walk in with his date, I could not keep my eyes off them. It took about an hour before the rest of the woman at my table noticed them, but I knew that he was there. Maybe I was jealous--I don't know.


Then the conversation was all about T, the neighborhood's "man whore". They talked about his dates, and the current one at his table. Then Roberta regaled us with a rumor that she had heard about him, and we it was decided that it explained everything about why he was so popular. I'm thinking on investing in a pair of binoculars, by the way. But, I know that I wouldn't have the nerve to use them, Roberta is right about that.


Fast forward about an hour. Roberta had teased me because I was drinking iced tea (among other things--she wouldn't leave me alone), so I decided to prove to her that I could have fun. Those young guys at the bar sent over the pitcher of shots, and I tried one. Then I tried another. Then another. I remember feeling a little woozy as I rose to walk towards the bathroom. On the way back, I stopped at T's table.




He immediately knew that I was drunk, as I introduced myself to his pick of the night. I think that I actually said "So, you're the latest pick of the night?" Classy, right? He has never seen me in that condition, so I think that he was in shock. I said some more things that I don't remember, and his date was ruined--I would like to hope that it wasn't intentional. I didn't like her--I know that for a fact. She kept giving me dirty looks. He deserves so much better than her. 


From that point on, I do not remember much, but I do know that he drove me home, and walked me to the door so that I didn't fall on my face. I remember thanking him and thinking that he was so damned handsome, and how I was so attracted to him. Then I somehow came to my senses. THANK GOD!


Fast forward to Monday at the home. While we waited for Frank to come back to the room, T told me that I hit on him several times on Saturday night--once making a comment about how big his hands and feet are (Chloe confirmed as much when I talked to her on the phone Sunday night. She said that I "wasn't myself" and should not drink shots anymore--Duh!) 


T teased me further by thanking me for a so-called "great night". He fooled me for a second, because I remember something that I said at my front door that may have been a little flirty. Eventually, I saw through his ruse. His date was waiting in the truck, and nothing happened. Then he mentioned something about the heart shaped birthmark on my tummy, and now I'm wondering if I was dancing on the table with my shirt off. How does he know about that birthmark? I've got to find that out, somehow.


Meanwhile, my head was pounding so much that it could have split a mountain in half. T convinced me that he could make it go away with reflexology. I was in no mood to argue with him, and I was in so much pain that I would have tried anything. I agreed to have him try, and it was working. I was relaxed, and comfortable, but soon I felt sensations in certain places. Shocked, I quickly pulled my foot back like an airplane retracting its landing gear. He laughed, and said that he didn't mean to do it. I blushed, because I am not so sure that it was unintentional. Why do I always trust this guy?


Maybe it was revenge for ruining his date? I don't know, but it does make me wonder.