Fun Party!

Okay, the Christmas party tonight was great. I’ll do this in random order because I really want to talk about M first. So I’m talking to a friend when I notice a cute/fun looking girl chattering away on the couch below. I think my friend needed to slip away to take care of something (he was hosting the party). So I was standing by myself for a few seconds when she turned around and introduced herself to me. I introduced myself and immediately remembered that I knew her from somewhere. Then she patted the empty spot on the couch next to her and said, “Hey, have a seat.” Cool! So I plopped down and I began to piece together where I knew her from. Oh, we sat next to each other at the last Christmas party! It was a couple of years ago. But it was a ton of fun. So, she asked me, “So what are you up to now.” I hesitated because I’m never really sure what to tell people when they ask that. But then I said, “I’m a software developer.” She immediately remembered all about that. She even said, “Oh I remember from last time you’re the software developer who isn’t nerdy.” I laughed becuase the part about me not being nerdy is something I pointed out at that last party. So I told her that I work for myself now so I’m legitimately even more of a businessman now. She seemed to like that. And then the conversation took a few little twists and turns before I ended up mentioning that I’m actually into all sorts of stuff but that I always just mention the software development because most people seem satisfied with that answer and don’t expect me to continue. I was just mentioning that more as a humorous thing about how people are, or something. But that piqued her curiosity and she asked, “So what else do you do.” I kinda shyly shrugged my shoulders and smiled like, “Oh come on.” But she gave me a look like she really wanted to know. So I started the list by saying, “Well, I’m starting a mortgage brokerage.” “A mortgage brokerage”, she repeated. “So you’re just an all around entrepreneur?” “Yes! Exactly! I’m an entrepreneur. I just love business in general.” I really lit up on that one. So that was awesome because the pieces came together and she really seemed to understand what I’m all about.

After that I asked her what she’s doing. I remembered that she was in undergrad at the last party. She said she’s a senior majoring in special ed. She then launched into describing the school she’s working at now (for her internship). She works only with kids that have been pulled out of normal school because they’ve committed some crime that put them in jail. All of her students have been to jail. I think she said they are all black. They have various problems from raging tempers to violence and etc. There are always two restraint teams ready in case a student gets out of control. I was very interested in all of this. I told her how cool I thought it was because I really do kinda have a “burden” for that sort of thing. (Sorry for the churchy/weasel word)

But anyways, we just kept chatting and joking around about all sorts of things. Then I remembered that last party she was the one who brought that toy that you stick your two fingers into the putty stuff and it makes a fart noise! Do you believe that! LOL! That’s such a mischievous Daryl thing to do (the toy, not the . . . ). Right, HEY! Shut it! Okay anway, so I just had a great time with her. At the last party she was a sophomore so I decided that she was probably so fun cause she was in that careless girl stage. But now she’s a senior in college and she’s still fun.

So then we had the white elephant gift exchange. I got #2. The absolute worst number of all. But who cares, really. So I think the 3rd person picked the gift I brought. And it was clearly the one to steal. Guys stole it for their wives and girls stole it from other girls. After a certain number of steals it was locked and couldn’t be stolen anymore. A.T. ended up with it. Which I’m glad about because she’s classy and really appreciated my nice gift. Plus she lives in my neighborhood. So I definately got brownie points with the ladies for bringing that gift. Thanks sis! You rock! It was the only gift to get locked.

M ended up getting a pretty nice mug and plate. And nobody stole it from her. We remembered that she got something pretty nice at the last party. And she managed to not get it stolen then too. But, alas, she had to leave after the white elephant exchange. So . . . I started thinking. I should really ask her for her number. I remembered that I wanted to get it at the last party but she was just really young then. I did my usual, “I’m sure she’s got a boyfriend, yadda, yadda, routine in my head to talk myself out of it.” But for some reason I just thought to my self, “Hey who care. I’m going to ask her just to be a man about it and not whimp out.” So she grabbed her coat and I caught her on her way to the door. I had my phone in my hand. “Hey, can I get your number?” “Sure, you can call me. It’s 864-555-5555.” Yea, no kidding. I thought the 555 thing was only in the movies. But whatever. So she left. And I proceeded to try to store the number in my highly advanced phone. I typed in her name, M. Then I clicked the button to insert the number I typed. Oh stink! I put the number in the name field. So I backspaced over it. Then I navigated down to the spot to insert the number. The Insert option was gone!!!!!! DANG! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! I started sweating. Nope, I hadn’t the foggiest what it was from memory. Ugh. I navigated around a little and found another option labled “Insert” but I had no idea if it would insert that number again or just some other junk I had in the clipboard. Click . . .  Yay! It put the correct number in! Whew! I saved the entry and just looked at my phone with this sense of Relief & Mission Accomplished!

So heck yea! That rocks! I got her number. I’m gonna call her soon too. She’s just the type of girl I can take to a fancy resteraunt. But hey ya’ll. She is very very pretty though. I’m dead serious. She’s way above average. Plus she’s just a ton of fun around anybody. So I’m sure I’d have a lot of serious competition if I wanted to jump in that ring. But honestly, I’ll just take her out and show her a great time. I already know that we have fun together. And that’s really half the battle, right? I’m genuinly interested in what she’s into and she remembered what I do from 2 years ago.

So now the guessing game officially starts. How old is she? What’s her name? What color is her hair and eyes? But you’re gettin’ nuttin! Nope. Nadda! You’re lucky I told you what I did!