A Halloween to Remember

It’s been quite some time since I wrote anything, partly because things were very up and down with Michael {yes, I was still in a long-distance relationship with him}. But things have been kind of coming to a head for a while, and Halloween weekend was one for the books. I’ll have to write a whole separate post on the official {no, really} end of that affair. But for now, I have to tell the tale of the Halloween party.

Stacy and I go to it every year, and it’s always a good time. Usually, I have a hard time picking a costume, but this time I decided to go as sexy Freddy Krueger. Odd, I know. But I really liked the costume, complete with hat and claw hand. The party started out like any other, drinking a little, catching up with friends, etc. A guy dressed as a clown wandered over and started talking to us. He was very sweet and could actually hold a conversation {a rarity at many of these gatherings}. We talked to him off and on, and also walked around mingling with other people. Stacy noticed that one guy {who’s not even worth nicknaming} kept following us around. He’s given her trouble at parties before, following her and even grabbing her boob once {after which she kicked him square in the grapes, which he seemed to like}. Anyway, after he very obviously shadowed us for a half hour or so, I walked over to him and pointed at him with my Freddy claw and told him to leave Stacy alone. He played dumb, but I told him again to leave her alone, waving my claw hand for emphasis. I walked back over to Stacy, who found it quite hilarious that I was suddenly a badass when I was dressed like Freddy Krueger. Wouldn’t you know, within minutes of me telling him off, I think he left the party entirely, never to appear again for the rest of the night! I didn’t know I could be so intimidating with a plastic claw hand and some hard cider in my belly.

I'm a bit curvier than the girl in this pic, but you get the idea.

I’m a bit curvier than the girl in this pic, but you get the idea.

A little while later, I noticed a very good-looking guy in a cowboy hat. I didn’t remember ever seeing him before, and then I saw him talking to my friend Ace. I casually walked over and Ace introduced me to his friend Rico. As soon as I heard the name, I remembered a conversation from months before where I had asked Ace, if he was going to pick a guy for me, what kind of guy would he pick, and he had said that if his friend Rico was single, he’d be perfect for me. Hmmmm… I continued on my way, and a little while later Ace said he questioned whether Rico was still attached because he had only mentioned his kids, not his girlfriend. I asked him to find out if this gorgeous guy was single, and as it turns out, indeed he was {happy dance}. I asked him to put in a good word for me. Shortly after, who comes walking over but Rico, looking right at me and smiling. He asked if I wanted to go for a walk so we could talk. My feet were killing me from my high-heeled boots, so we ended up sitting on a couch in the lobby near the door to the party. We talked for a little while and he seemed like a really cool, down-to-earth guy. This was promising! He asked for my number, and I got his, and he left soon after, saying maybe we could talk the next day. I was on cloud 9!

I went back into the party and hung out talking to the clown {whose name turned out to be Jonah} for a while. A girl dressed like a devil wandered over and asked if I’d been to many of these parties. I said yes, I come every year. She said this was her first time, so we all chatted for a few minutes. She was telling us how she and her boyfriend had gone to a couple of other clubs before coming to this party, and she pointed him out across the room. She said he thought I was cute, and wanted to know if I was interested in joining them. Ummmmm….no! I politely declined, saying that really wasn’t my thing. She was very embarrassed and walked away. That was a new one!

I actually got a lot of compliments on that costume. Some people thought I had made it myself. One very drunk girl came over to me at one point saying she had been looking for me because she wanted to show her friend that “Freddy got a booty!!!” {She yelled that across the bar. Too funny.}

Anyway, fast forward to the following morning. I texted Rico to let him know we were getting on the road to head home, and asked if I could call him later that day. He replied back and said definitely. Later that afternoon, when I finally got home, unpacked, and cleaned up, I called him. We talked for an hour, and he said he was glad I called instead of texting because it seems like all people want to do these days is text. Later that evening, we talked for another hour. I was really digging him, and could see why Ace had thought we’d hit it off. The next morning, I texted just to say good morning, and we ended up talking and texting every day. As it turns out, my daughter was to be with her dad that following weekend, so Rico and I made plans to meet. I was really excited to see him, and he planned a whole day of things for us to do on that Saturday. No guy had ever done that for me before!

I drove down and spent an awesome weekend with him, getting to know each other, talking, laughing… It was amazing. We went apple picking, to a wine tasting, and out to dinner, plus splashed around in the hot tub and pool. He introduced me {as his girl — swoon} to his brother, his cousin, his sister, and his mom, and he even posted pics on Facebook of the various things we did. After one week, he was putting me out there, calling me his girl…a very welcome change from Michael and his self-declared privacy issues, who refused to do the same after nearly a year and a half! We talk every day, multiple times a day. This weekend he’s coming up to spend the weekend with me, and I can’t wait. Needless to say, I’m all smiles these days. Stay tuned…

Angels, Devils, and Players

Last weekend, Stacy and I went to a Halloween party. This was my fourth time going, and it’s always a lot of fun. We started planning our costumes at least a month ago, and were really looking forward to cutting loose and just having a good time.

Back in August, we went to a party with the same group of people, and I met Aaron and Julie, a married couple whom I had seen before but never met. They were very nice and seemed very much in love. The night I met them was the night before their first anniversary. I remember telling them they gave me hope for finding someone myself. When we walked in to the Halloween party, we saw both Aaron and Julie right away, and they were happy to see us.

Several of our friends, whom we don’t get to see very often, were there and we were all drinking, laughing, and dancing. There was a guy sitting at the next table, whose chair was right beside mine, and I commented to Stacy that he had nice shoulders {in case I haven’t mentioned it, nice shoulders on a guy are a big turn-on for me}. He turned and commented on something Stacy said, and we started talking. He was cute and really nice. He said he wasn’t into playing games, that he was looking for something more long-term. We really hit it off and he asked me to slow dance.

After we went back to our table and kept talking, Aaron came walking by and I gave him a hard time for not having worn a costume. We joked back and forth for a minute, then he leaned over and said that if he had met me before he’d met his wife, that we’d be dating. I was so surprised at what he said that I don’t know if I even responded. He went on to say, “You’re a beautiful woman and you have an amazing body. Trust me, you’d be a very happy woman.” He walked away and I was standing there completely dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe he said that to me with his wife sitting right across the room.

Randall {the guy I had danced with etc} and I kept talking, and he said I was exactly his type and he wanted me to be his girl. I was really enjoying hanging out with him. He was 40, single, and retired Navy. Suddenly, we heard a commotion on the other side of the ballroom, and saw that there was a fight starting. There were both men and women involved, yelling and hitting and carrying on. When I saw the scuffle moving toward our side of the room, I tapped Randall on the shoulder and said we should get out of there. He was intently watching the fight, so I got up and left him sitting there and made my way out to the hall, where Stacy was.

Apparently, it had all started because two people were having sex {or were trying to} in the hall. Someone saw them and reported it to one of the moderators, who tried to kick them out. Their friends all joined in and it turned into a brawl.

This is the second time I’ve seen such a fight at one of these parties, and both times, Aaron was involved. The first time, he had come dressed like a cheerleader {complete with fake boobs and a wig}. Right after he won the costume contest, he got in a fight with a big girl dressed like a caveman. It’s kinda hard NOT to laugh at a grown man dressed like a woman trying to act tough and yelling at a woman who was easily nearly a foot taller than him and had to outweigh him by a good 80 lbs.

This time, Aaron was involved because he was acting as security/bouncer for the party and was trying to remove the offending parties. There was a lot of yelling and hitting and people holding other people back.

Again, it’s just comical to watch people so furious and fighting when they’re dressed in costumes. The girl who started it all was dressed as a devil, one girl trying to break it up had changed out of her gangster costume and into footie pajamas, another girl yelling and carrying on was dressed like Snooki, and a variety of superheroes stood around watching.

The police were called and eventually the whole thing broke up and everyone was told to disperse. Randall was getting ready to head home, so we exchanged numbers, kissed a little, and said our goodbyes. He said he’d call me the next day.

True to his word, he texted and then called the next morning. He made it clear that he was very interested in me and said that he would definitely come see me {he lives a few hours away}. He said he usually came to my hometown once a month or so for his job, so it wouldn’t be difficult to make plans to meet sometime.

It didn’t take long, however, before he showed his true colors. Later that evening we were talking on the phone and I mentioned that I was home alone because my daughter was still with her dad. He said, “Aw, too bad I’m not there. We could be bumpin’ and grindin’.” I said, “Umm, no we wouldn’t.” He seemed very indignant and asked why not. I told him I’d only just met him the day before and that I don’t just jump in the sack with guys like that. He tried to say that he wasn’t talking about sex. Sure… I don’t know about you, but I don’t describe hanging out and watching movies as ‘bumpin’ and grindin’.’

Needless to say, I haven’t heard from him since, which cracked me up. He sat there at the party talking about how he’s not looking for booty calls, that he wants something serious etc, but totally shut down when I made it clear that I’m not a sure thing. He might not have worn a costume, but I know a dog when I see one.

What a crazy freakin’ night, seriously. Can’t wait til next year’s party!