Before I get into the juicy details I wanted to give you guys the comical twist as to how Matthew and I exactly met...
Todd and I had made amends and we were trying to be civil at a mutual friends birthday party, well in my quest to come to a mutual standing with Todd we had hooked up, again - I'm a glutton for punishment. It was after that he went back to the "we can be together" nonsense. It had been over a month since we had hooked up and we were trying to be friends again, another bad idea. He ended up coming over before we went out and we had gotten into a fight because he wanted to revisit yet another painful convo about how we should be together. We had plans to meet up later on to go out with a bunch of people and head to the 51's game for $1 beer night, I had told Todd I wasn't going to go if he was going to be his usual dramatic self. He agreed that he could handle it for that night and that we should still all go. We get there and in the group it was me, 1 other chick and 3 guys (including Todd and my roomie). I hadn't known the chick very well at the time but her and I decided we were going to do the single girl thing and prowl the stadium... nothing serious, just looking. (We will call her Renee this is only due to my lack of creativity and the sole fact it's her middle name.) We sit back down with the guys who had been double fisting all night ($1 beer night has a rule that you can't buy more that 2 at a time per person) so rather than the guys be gentlemen those jerks decide to only get some for themselves and leave us girls, dry - not cool. She and I head up to the beer stand and she looks at her phone and then looks at me and says:
"We're meeting my friend Matthew here, let me know what you think of him"
My reply was very simple seeing as I had just fought with Todd not even 3 hours prior "Renee, Dude, Seriously... See that crazy person down there (pointing to Todd)? I don't need any additional headaches or crazy people! I'm sure he'll be cute, I'm just not interested"
She gives me a look and a smile "Okay, let me know if you change your mind..."
I just laugh at her and start drinking my beer. We head back down to our seats and we were having a competition within our group as to who can drink the most, after you were done drinking your beer you would keep the cup to make sure there was no cheating at the end we'd count up the cups to see who is victorious. This game sucked, Renee and I combine ours together to get the boys panties in a bunch which it did then I got tired of listening to them so I lit a cig and just as I was nearly finished with it, I was asked to put it out by a 12yr old girl... apparently, this is frowned upon, Oops! The boys and Renee make fun of me mercilessly for being called out by a kid and for being a complete idiot for smoking in a stadium. It was after this that Matthew, who was sitting adjacent to us, came over and sat behind us girls, we were sitting on the opposite side of the bench next to all the guys. Her and Matthew worked together so they were having a casual conversation and then Renee introduces him to me with a smirk on her face, I turn around to shake his hand and DAMN IT - he's absolutely beautiful - I'm not kidding and I wish I was. Immediately I know this is going to be a problem, I'm already curious about this tall, handsome, green eyed stranger, who is sitting right behind me. So, I do what the only thing I can at this point - I turn back around and pretend to be interested in the game and casually answer questions or laugh when I hear something funny - but that's IT! I barely turned around while he was there, however when we went got up to get more beers I'd eye fuck the shit out of him... This is me doing the best I could to restrain myself! Anyways, after the game we all get in the car and head back to Renee’s' house and its me, my roomie, Renee, her friend, and Todd is driving us all back, out of no where he gets super pissy and leaves when we arrive at her house because "no one is paying attention to him" - pathetic right? None of us care that he is leaving... it was too dramatic already. We had beers and stuff at her house so we continue to drink and I had no idea but Matthew was going over there too... so we're all a hot mess and keep drinking and having a good time, I have no clue what was said or done - I just know it was funny. After a few episodes of Tom & Jerry, me and the roomie leave and head home seeing as it's a Thursday night and we have work in the morning.
It's Friday before the 4th of July holiday weekend and I wake up not in it to win it AT ALL. I was dog/house sitting for Fitzy and Phil who were home, in NH, for a wedding. I get up, throw myself together, go to work, went to a few appointments, get through the last appointment and head back to Phil’s. The entire night before and today Todd was texting me and I hadn’t been responding to him because I had let him know we can not hang out at all because he can not deal with it or act normal. Since I’m in outside sales I am constantly on my phone checking fb, emails, agenda, etc. before I walk into my first appointment I look on fb and noticed I had a friend request, I check it and it's Matthew - great. What the hell do I do now? ....Accept friend request and start in with my witty sarcasm, of course! Right off the bat he answers me back and is just as sarcastic and witty as I am, at this point I'm completely intrigued as to why he is in Vegas. If you don't know Vegas then you have no idea what I mean... (But I hope this helps a bit) not that I was looking for anything, but it's nice to be wanted and to have normal conversations with normal people. To put it quite blank - the quality of people here is terrible, even if you're just looking for friendship. This is why I think I found him fascinating... he's good looking, funny, sarcastic, and down to earth - I had started to feel people like this had not existed in Vegas and he and I even shared the same feelings on this theory. Our ridiculous convo continues all day and it was wrapped up by him saying "ok Poindexter. What’s your number, I'll shoot you a text when I'm done being awesome" and my reply was "Ha... That would mean you would have had to start" and gave him my #. I happened to post on fb earlier that day that I wanted to see "Bad Teacher" and asked who would like to join me. There were a few people who said they'd go and then later on bailed out. Which wasn't that big of a deal because I had told the roomie I'd chill with him and he could just come over to Fitzys and I'd cook dinner and we'd just veg out. After the roomie and I ate dinner I get a text from Matthew and the convo went something along the lines of:
"What time you going to the movie?"
I replied "Not tonight, everyone bailed"
"Still wanna go?"
Ummm YEA, I do...
He and I finished up discussing times and meet up spots and I had kicked out the roomie so I could start getting ready. All the while Todd had been texting me like a maniac and I had still not been replying to him.
Hold on tight for what’s about to come... this shit spirals out of control....
**Before I continue you need to know the reason why Todd was so over the top this weekend... There was a guy in town that same weekend that he knew I had history with and he thought I was going to go see him. Which per our conversations, I can do whatever I want and hold no commitment to him.
After I'm done getting ready and trying to look hot, trust me, this take a lot of work! Matthew is on the way and not only comes to pick me up, but comes to the door and comes in for a minute to meet the "Woof Pack" (the dogs). Can you say "Major brownie points!"? He waits around for me to finish putting away some stuff and we head out to the movie at the Red Rock Casino. My phone continues to blow up with calls and texts from Todd - it is past 11:00pm when we get there, so I turn my ringer completely off - not even vibrate. During the movie Matthew is making jokes in my ear about how I'm like one of the characters on the movie... she happens to be the overweight, pathetic, socially awkward, push over friend - I am not offended in the slightest -I actually have a sense of humor. He got his balls busted right back about some dorky characters I said he'd resembled or I said he'd totally be into the characters he had said I'd resembled. Even in a movie, we had a really good time and I'm sure we made a few people mad due to the whispering and additional laughter not caused by the movie. The movie is finally over, and I can barely remember what it's about, I was just enjoying the company. We split to use the restrooms and I check my phone (hey, it's not technically considered using your phone on a date if you check it when the other person isn't there, right?) and I see, mind you this is only a 3 hour period from the last time I checked my phone, 4 missed calls and 6 texts from Todd. Oh brother, what a total freak show. I never answered any of these calls or texts because I didn't want to and it's about 2 am for all he knows I could be sleeping and I told that fool we weren't hanging out at all anymore because he doesn't know how to act, obviously.
Matthew and I meet back up and he asks what I feel like doing - going back home, drinks, etc. I opted for drinks just so I wouldn't be as nervous as I was. Generally I'm not a shy or nervous person but since he was the closest thing to normal I'd experienced in Vegas I didn't want to come off as the weird one and scare him off. He asks if I have a preference as to where we go, I don't, so he comes up with a place and we start driving there. The place he decided to go to was about 10 or 15mins down the road so we continue having casual conversation until we pull in and park. Before I open the door to get out I look at him, he's grinning and he says "I hope you're prepared to get your ass kicked" I'm pretty thrown off by this then he says in reply to my puzzled look "Shuffleboard, that's why we came here" I laugh and start talking shit as we head inside. We sit down at the bar and I order 2 beers and 2 shots of jamo... it's time to test the waters with this guy. We ended up having to wait a little bit for one of the tables to clear so we do our shots and start talking about random things, until we land on a topic we could not stop talking about... crazy people/dating in Vegas. This delights me; I have at least a dozen stories that were awful. He and I had so many really funny horror stories, we were laughing, comparing and trying to "one up" the other persons crazy date with another story of our own. Considering I have Todd wrapped up in these stories, I felt like I had won this "crazy person battle". By the end of this convo we came to the decision that we were not going to call what we were doing a "first date" because they never go right after that. The table finally opens up and he and I continue drinking shots, beers and having good time. We get though one game and he wins. We start another game and these 2 chicks who were playing pool at the table next to us come up and start telling us how cute we are and asked how long we'd been in a relationship, I look at the chicks and then at Matthew, laugh and say "I'll let you take this one..." and go back to taking my turn. He laughs looks at his watch and then back at the chicks and says "Well... about 5-6 hours". Of course they think we're kidding and I had reassured them that we have in fact only known each other for about 6 hrs. At some point we had kissed in the middle of all this - I'm not one of those girls who remember things like date, time, what we were wearing, and what song was playing in the background, etc. that's not me. What I can tell you is it was a perfect balance between soft, passionate, and all in all one of those kisses you think to yourself "WOW" but I spend the entire time trying to figure out what's wrong with this guy? This throws me for even more of a loop. He and I continued playing a few more games while we were still chatting and flirting, I hadn't had this much fun with a guy I'd been attracted to in a very long time - it was a strange feeling. It's either a really good looking guy that you just can't stand because he's wearing his Ed Hardy tee talking like a douche or a guy who you immediately stick into friend zone. We finished up our last game and round, as much as I hate to admit it, he was totally right... He whooped my ass in shuffleboard - bad. I use the ladies room prior to leaving, it's only a 15-20min drive but I have a toddler size bladder, I look at my phone for the first time after the movie and I have at least 2 missed calls from Todd every hour on the hour accompanied by texts as well... Fucking nut case. I'm feeling a bit uneasy now wondering why he's acting like a psychopath but chose to deal with it later. Matthew and I walk out to the car and discover its past 5:30am and we concur that we both, obviously, had a really great time tonight. We get 2 blocks away from Fitzy & Phil’s house and I start feeling uneasy, he takes the first right and before he takes the second right on to their street I ask him to slow down and I looked up and down the street making sure Todd didn't make an unexpected visit, his car is no where in sight and I feel like I'm just being paranoid because of the fact the calls had stopped. (This is another story, but Todd's been known to "just stop by" at all different hours in the day.) We pulled in to the driveway; I asked if he wanted to come in for a night cap... no funny business here! Just a night cap! We walked in; I locked the door (still feeling paranoid), grabbed a cig and walked out to the back yard. I hadn't smoked because it was a date and I don't need a cig every couple hours and to be completely honest I left them home because I knew Matthew didn't smoke but after a few cocktails, I wanted one. Bad. In a hurry to smoke I don't even recall letting out the Woof Pack and I certainly remember not grabbing a beer for either of us. I light up and he and I continue our awesome "date"... Then I saw it...
Board shorts through the sliding glass door. Here. We. Go.
Matthew looks at me and I'm assuming by the puzzled look and the apparent lack of pigment in my face he knew what I was looking at... the door is flung open and hits with a loud "crack" and "bang". After that I wish I knew exactly how it went, and I'll do my best but he had such a surprise factor that I may miss some detail. I remember him screaming and yelling asking "Who's this guy?!?" I'm so fucking pissed at this time I remember distinctly how hot my face was and I was yelling in his face telling him to leave and get out, I'm sure I said "Psycho" at least 100 times. I asked him why he was even there and his weak ass reason was "I was coming over to be nice, and cuddle and make you breakfast" I laugh in his face, I've never really been the type of girl that enjoys someone breaking in and snuggle raping me, not only can he NOT cook but he showed up drugged out and drunk with no breakfast foods - kinda hard to make breakfast without ingredients, don't ya think? This blatant lie makes my blood boil even more I'm still yelling and I say "You fucking lunatic-psychopath, how did you get in?? You fucking broke in! Now you need to leave!!" this does not even faze him. Whatever I had said triggered a macho show down, Todd was telling Matthew to leave first, then he'd go and to stop starring at him (which is obviously hard to do after this scene ...at 6:30am). Matthew handled it almost too well... didn't raise his voice or lose his cool. He's a better man then I could have been had the roles been reversed, I'm impressed even in all my furry. I walk away and stand in the door way and say through my teeth "Hey, mind if I talk to you in here for a moment?" dumb ass actually listens and walks through the door, I slam it closed and I'm in his face telling him to "Get out!!" he obviously didn't realize that this was his final warning. I balled my hands up into a fist and punched him in the face - 2ce - one blow after another, he's stunned and I scream again "GET THE FUCK OUT!" and head back outside to do some serious damage control. I walk outside and sure enough Todd is right behind me continuing to scream and yell. He even has the audacity to sit back down and start all over again with the macho bullshit. Matthew has finally had enough; while still staying collected he gets up and leaves with out a word. This. Is. Bullshit. I finally meet a nice, good looking guy who I get along with and has a similar personality and my impeccable timing and terrible decisions leave me outside in the back yard fighting with a coked out bald guy...at 7am. I call Matthew a couple times after he was gone and left a voice mail because I was trying to explain myself - he didn't answer but really, could you blame him? I couldn't. All the while Todd is still carrying on and says "How do you think RENEE would feel about you dating her friend?" I did not bring up the fact that she had suggested it. Then he starts calling her and leaving her voice mails telling her all about it. In my drunken state I go to the bathroom and lock the door and I too call Renee and leave her a voice mail giving her the gist and let her know not to answer her phone. Once I'm done with my message I storm out of the bathroom and charge right for Todd, punch him in the face again while insisting to get out or I would not only call the cops but a restraining order would also be issued. At last, Todd had admitted defeat and left slamming the door so hard behind him that the picture frames on the wall rattled.
I pass out for a couple of hours and woke up before noon and ready to aggressively start drinking my feelings away. My day starts by a friend calling and asking if I wanted to go get sushi with her - no, not really - but I need to vent out this whole situation and they serve booze, right? I'm in. I get to the spot before her and I sit down at the sushi bar and only order a beer and large hot sake - no food. She arrives and orders food while I'm complaining and carrying on about how my awesome night gone terribly-terribly wrong, ate like a bird, drank like a fish and then we parted ways. I get back to Fitzy’s and I send the roomies a text to come over and as I put it "aggressively hate drink" with me, but they had strict instructions to call me prior to coming, other wise they were not going to be let in. I had that place locked down like Fort Knox, spare key was no longer left outside, all the sliding glass doors were jammed up with broom sticks and I kept most of the lights off at night - I was freaked the fuck out that this lunatic had broken in and there really wasn't anything from stopping him from doing it again. I'm outside sitting by the pool polishing off my 5th "Crazy Mary" (Pint glass full of ice, 60% citron vodka, slash of sour, splash of water) when they arrived, I didn't say much, just fixed them up a cocktail and we went back poolside. I had invited over another acquaintance as well and she was also on the way. I had filled the boys in on what had transpired the night before prior to my other guest arriving and as sad as it sounds they weren't too surprised at what Todd had done. My other guest arrived and all 3 of them had been filled in on my mission for the day... Drink until I couldn't feel feelings anymore. After at least 5 more crazy Mary's and shots to boot... mission complete, I passed out on all of them by like 9 and I heard them leave at 9:30ish, I got up and locked the door behind them, checked the windows, sliding glass doors, turned off all unnecessary lights and went back to bed.
I woke up early Sunday morning and was still completely beside myself. I couldn't stop replaying Friday/Saturday morning in my head. This is when I decided I need to drink more - apparently yesterdays therapy hadn't worked as well as I hoped it would. I ended up running out of booze at some point mid day and was too busy feeling like a sorry ass to collect myself and head to the store. I had called the roomies to bring more beer and to come over and keep me company. After waiting for those guys for a few hours with no distractions or booze, I can't help but think about different scenarios and how it could have been so different. By this time I'd been staring at my phone for almost a day and a half waiting to see if I'd ever get that call back... nope. I couldn't take it anymore I'm not one to sit around and wait for anything, and if Matthew wasn't going to talk to me ever again I wanted to know right then and there, rather than waiting to see if he'd ever forget the worst night of his dating life. I take out my phone and sent a text that said "Any chance I can get a rematch?". Yes, I was trying to be both witty and cute, I'm not sure exactly what happened... it could be because he's just as mentally deranged as me and likes to play with fire, or maybe I am just that awesome (the first is way more likely) but he texted me back... It may have been a slight jab - but hey, it was a start. We send a few texts back and forth and I ask if he'd meet me somewhere because he obviously needed some explanation as to why I had walked him into a buzz saw. We agreed to meet at a bar right around the corner from Phil’s, I throw myself together and walk over. I get there a few minutes earlier than him, I sit down at the bar order a shot and a beer... I needed to be clear headed. He walks in and sees me and heads over my way, I have a smirk on my face the entire time, not because I thought anything was funny just for the simple fact he had actually shown up. I get him a drink and we get right into the whole sch-bang, I explain in the simplest way the story behind me and Todd, he'd ask questions and I answered them all, as much as I didn't want to. He was owed an explanation however bringing up exes or hook ups or whatever is always unconformable - this was much worse. We hashed it all out and its sill not the best but at least I had a chance to explain myself. He and I were now kinda laughing about the whole ordeal and bring up the crazy coincidence that we had talked about our horror dating stories... I'm not sure if I'll ever forget what he said next "Remember the story I told you about the worst date I've ever had? Well, you've just moved up to the #1 spot" OUCH! I deserved that... I deserved that, and it's true, that was the craziest date I've ever been a part of as well. I retaliated with the most clever line I could muster "If yer not first, yer last" and went on to tell him at least I'm memorable even if it's for the worst possible reason. From my recollection I believe there was more shuffleboard involved and I had won this time around. Then the night had come to an end and I had let him know I'd be taking off and walking back, he was being a stubborn ass and protested that he would drive. We pulled up to the house, he parked and we made out like high school kids out in front of their parents house then parted ways for the night.
Today, Monday was 4th of July. One of my favorite holidays, I like the fact that it's an under played holiday therefore the usual holiday debauchery doesn't happen (family fights, everyone bitching and moaning about whatever) and I LOVE fireworks. Matthew sends me a last minute text (as he so frequently does) to go out with him and watch fireworks! I was asked by some other friends to go to a mansion party with them OR I could go chill and watch fireworks - I'll take the second one! I forget what time Matthew came over but I'm sure we were running a bit behind schedule because I remember; we left in a hurry knowing that parking was also going to be a bitch. We head over to the Red Rock Casino and it's packed, parking wasn't as much trouble as we thought but we did have to walk a bit. Before heading to the parking lot we grab some beer and find a place to sit, my place of choice was on a curb in the middle/right side of the parking lot. He and I sit down crack a beer watch the fireworks and before our first beer is even done - the show is over... I was pretty disappointed, not gonna lie, but fuck it, why waste the night? Matthew kept asking what I wanted to do with the rest of the evening and I had let him know drinking beer in a parking lot is just fine with me, at this statement he laughs and says he's never met such a weird chick who can or would want to just chill where ever, like in a parking lot and be cool with it. What can I say - I like to make my own fun. We finish off the beers while we conversed about how the fireworks were better in NY, cracking jokes on each other and whatever else came to mind. We walk back to the car and drive back to the house, he comes in for a while (despite his reservations) it got pretty late and we had work in the morning so we called it a night and he headed home.
All in all I'd like to say this was a pretty good weekend, and as scared as I was on Saturday morning... it was a good story and it taught me a lot: never hook up with crazy people, when on a date and someone calls you 20+ times - it might be smart to fix the problem then and there, always know when a crazy person is on the loose and where the spare key is at all times! Even still to this day Matthew and I refer to our first date as "The day we don't speak of" no matter how great it was in the beginning... the end did major damage!
Todd and I had made amends and we were trying to be civil at a mutual friends birthday party, well in my quest to come to a mutual standing with Todd we had hooked up, again - I'm a glutton for punishment. It was after that he went back to the "we can be together" nonsense. It had been over a month since we had hooked up and we were trying to be friends again, another bad idea. He ended up coming over before we went out and we had gotten into a fight because he wanted to revisit yet another painful convo about how we should be together. We had plans to meet up later on to go out with a bunch of people and head to the 51's game for $1 beer night, I had told Todd I wasn't going to go if he was going to be his usual dramatic self. He agreed that he could handle it for that night and that we should still all go. We get there and in the group it was me, 1 other chick and 3 guys (including Todd and my roomie). I hadn't known the chick very well at the time but her and I decided we were going to do the single girl thing and prowl the stadium... nothing serious, just looking. (We will call her Renee this is only due to my lack of creativity and the sole fact it's her middle name.) We sit back down with the guys who had been double fisting all night ($1 beer night has a rule that you can't buy more that 2 at a time per person) so rather than the guys be gentlemen those jerks decide to only get some for themselves and leave us girls, dry - not cool. She and I head up to the beer stand and she looks at her phone and then looks at me and says:
"We're meeting my friend Matthew here, let me know what you think of him"
My reply was very simple seeing as I had just fought with Todd not even 3 hours prior "Renee, Dude, Seriously... See that crazy person down there (pointing to Todd)? I don't need any additional headaches or crazy people! I'm sure he'll be cute, I'm just not interested"
She gives me a look and a smile "Okay, let me know if you change your mind..."
I just laugh at her and start drinking my beer. We head back down to our seats and we were having a competition within our group as to who can drink the most, after you were done drinking your beer you would keep the cup to make sure there was no cheating at the end we'd count up the cups to see who is victorious. This game sucked, Renee and I combine ours together to get the boys panties in a bunch which it did then I got tired of listening to them so I lit a cig and just as I was nearly finished with it, I was asked to put it out by a 12yr old girl... apparently, this is frowned upon, Oops! The boys and Renee make fun of me mercilessly for being called out by a kid and for being a complete idiot for smoking in a stadium. It was after this that Matthew, who was sitting adjacent to us, came over and sat behind us girls, we were sitting on the opposite side of the bench next to all the guys. Her and Matthew worked together so they were having a casual conversation and then Renee introduces him to me with a smirk on her face, I turn around to shake his hand and DAMN IT - he's absolutely beautiful - I'm not kidding and I wish I was. Immediately I know this is going to be a problem, I'm already curious about this tall, handsome, green eyed stranger, who is sitting right behind me. So, I do what the only thing I can at this point - I turn back around and pretend to be interested in the game and casually answer questions or laugh when I hear something funny - but that's IT! I barely turned around while he was there, however when we went got up to get more beers I'd eye fuck the shit out of him... This is me doing the best I could to restrain myself! Anyways, after the game we all get in the car and head back to Renee’s' house and its me, my roomie, Renee, her friend, and Todd is driving us all back, out of no where he gets super pissy and leaves when we arrive at her house because "no one is paying attention to him" - pathetic right? None of us care that he is leaving... it was too dramatic already. We had beers and stuff at her house so we continue to drink and I had no idea but Matthew was going over there too... so we're all a hot mess and keep drinking and having a good time, I have no clue what was said or done - I just know it was funny. After a few episodes of Tom & Jerry, me and the roomie leave and head home seeing as it's a Thursday night and we have work in the morning.
It's Friday before the 4th of July holiday weekend and I wake up not in it to win it AT ALL. I was dog/house sitting for Fitzy and Phil who were home, in NH, for a wedding. I get up, throw myself together, go to work, went to a few appointments, get through the last appointment and head back to Phil’s. The entire night before and today Todd was texting me and I hadn’t been responding to him because I had let him know we can not hang out at all because he can not deal with it or act normal. Since I’m in outside sales I am constantly on my phone checking fb, emails, agenda, etc. before I walk into my first appointment I look on fb and noticed I had a friend request, I check it and it's Matthew - great. What the hell do I do now? ....Accept friend request and start in with my witty sarcasm, of course! Right off the bat he answers me back and is just as sarcastic and witty as I am, at this point I'm completely intrigued as to why he is in Vegas. If you don't know Vegas then you have no idea what I mean... (But I hope this helps a bit) not that I was looking for anything, but it's nice to be wanted and to have normal conversations with normal people. To put it quite blank - the quality of people here is terrible, even if you're just looking for friendship. This is why I think I found him fascinating... he's good looking, funny, sarcastic, and down to earth - I had started to feel people like this had not existed in Vegas and he and I even shared the same feelings on this theory. Our ridiculous convo continues all day and it was wrapped up by him saying "ok Poindexter. What’s your number, I'll shoot you a text when I'm done being awesome" and my reply was "Ha... That would mean you would have had to start" and gave him my #. I happened to post on fb earlier that day that I wanted to see "Bad Teacher" and asked who would like to join me. There were a few people who said they'd go and then later on bailed out. Which wasn't that big of a deal because I had told the roomie I'd chill with him and he could just come over to Fitzys and I'd cook dinner and we'd just veg out. After the roomie and I ate dinner I get a text from Matthew and the convo went something along the lines of:
"What time you going to the movie?"
I replied "Not tonight, everyone bailed"
"Still wanna go?"
Ummm YEA, I do...
He and I finished up discussing times and meet up spots and I had kicked out the roomie so I could start getting ready. All the while Todd had been texting me like a maniac and I had still not been replying to him.
Hold on tight for what’s about to come... this shit spirals out of control....
**Before I continue you need to know the reason why Todd was so over the top this weekend... There was a guy in town that same weekend that he knew I had history with and he thought I was going to go see him. Which per our conversations, I can do whatever I want and hold no commitment to him.
After I'm done getting ready and trying to look hot, trust me, this take a lot of work! Matthew is on the way and not only comes to pick me up, but comes to the door and comes in for a minute to meet the "Woof Pack" (the dogs). Can you say "Major brownie points!"? He waits around for me to finish putting away some stuff and we head out to the movie at the Red Rock Casino. My phone continues to blow up with calls and texts from Todd - it is past 11:00pm when we get there, so I turn my ringer completely off - not even vibrate. During the movie Matthew is making jokes in my ear about how I'm like one of the characters on the movie... she happens to be the overweight, pathetic, socially awkward, push over friend - I am not offended in the slightest -I actually have a sense of humor. He got his balls busted right back about some dorky characters I said he'd resembled or I said he'd totally be into the characters he had said I'd resembled. Even in a movie, we had a really good time and I'm sure we made a few people mad due to the whispering and additional laughter not caused by the movie. The movie is finally over, and I can barely remember what it's about, I was just enjoying the company. We split to use the restrooms and I check my phone (hey, it's not technically considered using your phone on a date if you check it when the other person isn't there, right?) and I see, mind you this is only a 3 hour period from the last time I checked my phone, 4 missed calls and 6 texts from Todd. Oh brother, what a total freak show. I never answered any of these calls or texts because I didn't want to and it's about 2 am for all he knows I could be sleeping and I told that fool we weren't hanging out at all anymore because he doesn't know how to act, obviously.
Matthew and I meet back up and he asks what I feel like doing - going back home, drinks, etc. I opted for drinks just so I wouldn't be as nervous as I was. Generally I'm not a shy or nervous person but since he was the closest thing to normal I'd experienced in Vegas I didn't want to come off as the weird one and scare him off. He asks if I have a preference as to where we go, I don't, so he comes up with a place and we start driving there. The place he decided to go to was about 10 or 15mins down the road so we continue having casual conversation until we pull in and park. Before I open the door to get out I look at him, he's grinning and he says "I hope you're prepared to get your ass kicked" I'm pretty thrown off by this then he says in reply to my puzzled look "Shuffleboard, that's why we came here" I laugh and start talking shit as we head inside. We sit down at the bar and I order 2 beers and 2 shots of jamo... it's time to test the waters with this guy. We ended up having to wait a little bit for one of the tables to clear so we do our shots and start talking about random things, until we land on a topic we could not stop talking about... crazy people/dating in Vegas. This delights me; I have at least a dozen stories that were awful. He and I had so many really funny horror stories, we were laughing, comparing and trying to "one up" the other persons crazy date with another story of our own. Considering I have Todd wrapped up in these stories, I felt like I had won this "crazy person battle". By the end of this convo we came to the decision that we were not going to call what we were doing a "first date" because they never go right after that. The table finally opens up and he and I continue drinking shots, beers and having good time. We get though one game and he wins. We start another game and these 2 chicks who were playing pool at the table next to us come up and start telling us how cute we are and asked how long we'd been in a relationship, I look at the chicks and then at Matthew, laugh and say "I'll let you take this one..." and go back to taking my turn. He laughs looks at his watch and then back at the chicks and says "Well... about 5-6 hours". Of course they think we're kidding and I had reassured them that we have in fact only known each other for about 6 hrs. At some point we had kissed in the middle of all this - I'm not one of those girls who remember things like date, time, what we were wearing, and what song was playing in the background, etc. that's not me. What I can tell you is it was a perfect balance between soft, passionate, and all in all one of those kisses you think to yourself "WOW" but I spend the entire time trying to figure out what's wrong with this guy? This throws me for even more of a loop. He and I continued playing a few more games while we were still chatting and flirting, I hadn't had this much fun with a guy I'd been attracted to in a very long time - it was a strange feeling. It's either a really good looking guy that you just can't stand because he's wearing his Ed Hardy tee talking like a douche or a guy who you immediately stick into friend zone. We finished up our last game and round, as much as I hate to admit it, he was totally right... He whooped my ass in shuffleboard - bad. I use the ladies room prior to leaving, it's only a 15-20min drive but I have a toddler size bladder, I look at my phone for the first time after the movie and I have at least 2 missed calls from Todd every hour on the hour accompanied by texts as well... Fucking nut case. I'm feeling a bit uneasy now wondering why he's acting like a psychopath but chose to deal with it later. Matthew and I walk out to the car and discover its past 5:30am and we concur that we both, obviously, had a really great time tonight. We get 2 blocks away from Fitzy & Phil’s house and I start feeling uneasy, he takes the first right and before he takes the second right on to their street I ask him to slow down and I looked up and down the street making sure Todd didn't make an unexpected visit, his car is no where in sight and I feel like I'm just being paranoid because of the fact the calls had stopped. (This is another story, but Todd's been known to "just stop by" at all different hours in the day.) We pulled in to the driveway; I asked if he wanted to come in for a night cap... no funny business here! Just a night cap! We walked in; I locked the door (still feeling paranoid), grabbed a cig and walked out to the back yard. I hadn't smoked because it was a date and I don't need a cig every couple hours and to be completely honest I left them home because I knew Matthew didn't smoke but after a few cocktails, I wanted one. Bad. In a hurry to smoke I don't even recall letting out the Woof Pack and I certainly remember not grabbing a beer for either of us. I light up and he and I continue our awesome "date"... Then I saw it...
Board shorts through the sliding glass door. Here. We. Go.
Matthew looks at me and I'm assuming by the puzzled look and the apparent lack of pigment in my face he knew what I was looking at... the door is flung open and hits with a loud "crack" and "bang". After that I wish I knew exactly how it went, and I'll do my best but he had such a surprise factor that I may miss some detail. I remember him screaming and yelling asking "Who's this guy?!?" I'm so fucking pissed at this time I remember distinctly how hot my face was and I was yelling in his face telling him to leave and get out, I'm sure I said "Psycho" at least 100 times. I asked him why he was even there and his weak ass reason was "I was coming over to be nice, and cuddle and make you breakfast" I laugh in his face, I've never really been the type of girl that enjoys someone breaking in and snuggle raping me, not only can he NOT cook but he showed up drugged out and drunk with no breakfast foods - kinda hard to make breakfast without ingredients, don't ya think? This blatant lie makes my blood boil even more I'm still yelling and I say "You fucking lunatic-psychopath, how did you get in?? You fucking broke in! Now you need to leave!!" this does not even faze him. Whatever I had said triggered a macho show down, Todd was telling Matthew to leave first, then he'd go and to stop starring at him (which is obviously hard to do after this scene ...at 6:30am). Matthew handled it almost too well... didn't raise his voice or lose his cool. He's a better man then I could have been had the roles been reversed, I'm impressed even in all my furry. I walk away and stand in the door way and say through my teeth "Hey, mind if I talk to you in here for a moment?" dumb ass actually listens and walks through the door, I slam it closed and I'm in his face telling him to "Get out!!" he obviously didn't realize that this was his final warning. I balled my hands up into a fist and punched him in the face - 2ce - one blow after another, he's stunned and I scream again "GET THE FUCK OUT!" and head back outside to do some serious damage control. I walk outside and sure enough Todd is right behind me continuing to scream and yell. He even has the audacity to sit back down and start all over again with the macho bullshit. Matthew has finally had enough; while still staying collected he gets up and leaves with out a word. This. Is. Bullshit. I finally meet a nice, good looking guy who I get along with and has a similar personality and my impeccable timing and terrible decisions leave me outside in the back yard fighting with a coked out bald guy...at 7am. I call Matthew a couple times after he was gone and left a voice mail because I was trying to explain myself - he didn't answer but really, could you blame him? I couldn't. All the while Todd is still carrying on and says "How do you think RENEE would feel about you dating her friend?" I did not bring up the fact that she had suggested it. Then he starts calling her and leaving her voice mails telling her all about it. In my drunken state I go to the bathroom and lock the door and I too call Renee and leave her a voice mail giving her the gist and let her know not to answer her phone. Once I'm done with my message I storm out of the bathroom and charge right for Todd, punch him in the face again while insisting to get out or I would not only call the cops but a restraining order would also be issued. At last, Todd had admitted defeat and left slamming the door so hard behind him that the picture frames on the wall rattled.
I pass out for a couple of hours and woke up before noon and ready to aggressively start drinking my feelings away. My day starts by a friend calling and asking if I wanted to go get sushi with her - no, not really - but I need to vent out this whole situation and they serve booze, right? I'm in. I get to the spot before her and I sit down at the sushi bar and only order a beer and large hot sake - no food. She arrives and orders food while I'm complaining and carrying on about how my awesome night gone terribly-terribly wrong, ate like a bird, drank like a fish and then we parted ways. I get back to Fitzy’s and I send the roomies a text to come over and as I put it "aggressively hate drink" with me, but they had strict instructions to call me prior to coming, other wise they were not going to be let in. I had that place locked down like Fort Knox, spare key was no longer left outside, all the sliding glass doors were jammed up with broom sticks and I kept most of the lights off at night - I was freaked the fuck out that this lunatic had broken in and there really wasn't anything from stopping him from doing it again. I'm outside sitting by the pool polishing off my 5th "Crazy Mary" (Pint glass full of ice, 60% citron vodka, slash of sour, splash of water) when they arrived, I didn't say much, just fixed them up a cocktail and we went back poolside. I had invited over another acquaintance as well and she was also on the way. I had filled the boys in on what had transpired the night before prior to my other guest arriving and as sad as it sounds they weren't too surprised at what Todd had done. My other guest arrived and all 3 of them had been filled in on my mission for the day... Drink until I couldn't feel feelings anymore. After at least 5 more crazy Mary's and shots to boot... mission complete, I passed out on all of them by like 9 and I heard them leave at 9:30ish, I got up and locked the door behind them, checked the windows, sliding glass doors, turned off all unnecessary lights and went back to bed.
I woke up early Sunday morning and was still completely beside myself. I couldn't stop replaying Friday/Saturday morning in my head. This is when I decided I need to drink more - apparently yesterdays therapy hadn't worked as well as I hoped it would. I ended up running out of booze at some point mid day and was too busy feeling like a sorry ass to collect myself and head to the store. I had called the roomies to bring more beer and to come over and keep me company. After waiting for those guys for a few hours with no distractions or booze, I can't help but think about different scenarios and how it could have been so different. By this time I'd been staring at my phone for almost a day and a half waiting to see if I'd ever get that call back... nope. I couldn't take it anymore I'm not one to sit around and wait for anything, and if Matthew wasn't going to talk to me ever again I wanted to know right then and there, rather than waiting to see if he'd ever forget the worst night of his dating life. I take out my phone and sent a text that said "Any chance I can get a rematch?". Yes, I was trying to be both witty and cute, I'm not sure exactly what happened... it could be because he's just as mentally deranged as me and likes to play with fire, or maybe I am just that awesome (the first is way more likely) but he texted me back... It may have been a slight jab - but hey, it was a start. We send a few texts back and forth and I ask if he'd meet me somewhere because he obviously needed some explanation as to why I had walked him into a buzz saw. We agreed to meet at a bar right around the corner from Phil’s, I throw myself together and walk over. I get there a few minutes earlier than him, I sit down at the bar order a shot and a beer... I needed to be clear headed. He walks in and sees me and heads over my way, I have a smirk on my face the entire time, not because I thought anything was funny just for the simple fact he had actually shown up. I get him a drink and we get right into the whole sch-bang, I explain in the simplest way the story behind me and Todd, he'd ask questions and I answered them all, as much as I didn't want to. He was owed an explanation however bringing up exes or hook ups or whatever is always unconformable - this was much worse. We hashed it all out and its sill not the best but at least I had a chance to explain myself. He and I were now kinda laughing about the whole ordeal and bring up the crazy coincidence that we had talked about our horror dating stories... I'm not sure if I'll ever forget what he said next "Remember the story I told you about the worst date I've ever had? Well, you've just moved up to the #1 spot" OUCH! I deserved that... I deserved that, and it's true, that was the craziest date I've ever been a part of as well. I retaliated with the most clever line I could muster "If yer not first, yer last" and went on to tell him at least I'm memorable even if it's for the worst possible reason. From my recollection I believe there was more shuffleboard involved and I had won this time around. Then the night had come to an end and I had let him know I'd be taking off and walking back, he was being a stubborn ass and protested that he would drive. We pulled up to the house, he parked and we made out like high school kids out in front of their parents house then parted ways for the night.
Today, Monday was 4th of July. One of my favorite holidays, I like the fact that it's an under played holiday therefore the usual holiday debauchery doesn't happen (family fights, everyone bitching and moaning about whatever) and I LOVE fireworks. Matthew sends me a last minute text (as he so frequently does) to go out with him and watch fireworks! I was asked by some other friends to go to a mansion party with them OR I could go chill and watch fireworks - I'll take the second one! I forget what time Matthew came over but I'm sure we were running a bit behind schedule because I remember; we left in a hurry knowing that parking was also going to be a bitch. We head over to the Red Rock Casino and it's packed, parking wasn't as much trouble as we thought but we did have to walk a bit. Before heading to the parking lot we grab some beer and find a place to sit, my place of choice was on a curb in the middle/right side of the parking lot. He and I sit down crack a beer watch the fireworks and before our first beer is even done - the show is over... I was pretty disappointed, not gonna lie, but fuck it, why waste the night? Matthew kept asking what I wanted to do with the rest of the evening and I had let him know drinking beer in a parking lot is just fine with me, at this statement he laughs and says he's never met such a weird chick who can or would want to just chill where ever, like in a parking lot and be cool with it. What can I say - I like to make my own fun. We finish off the beers while we conversed about how the fireworks were better in NY, cracking jokes on each other and whatever else came to mind. We walk back to the car and drive back to the house, he comes in for a while (despite his reservations) it got pretty late and we had work in the morning so we called it a night and he headed home.
All in all I'd like to say this was a pretty good weekend, and as scared as I was on Saturday morning... it was a good story and it taught me a lot: never hook up with crazy people, when on a date and someone calls you 20+ times - it might be smart to fix the problem then and there, always know when a crazy person is on the loose and where the spare key is at all times! Even still to this day Matthew and I refer to our first date as "The day we don't speak of" no matter how great it was in the beginning... the end did major damage!
