"Probably you could've asked me to marry you and I would have said yes"

To get this party started, we have to go back to when we were buying the beer and chips...ya dig? It's all about the preparation that went into where we are now...and, lemme tell ya, there was a long line at the grocery story...ya dig? Yeah, I'll stop doing that now....but here's to our history.

My version:
It was a cool November night and...ok, for real, I'm done.
It actually was a cool November night last year (2007). November 9th, to be exact. I was meeting up for the first time in too long with some old friends for dinner. It may help to know where I was at that point in my life, but that is about twenty entries by itself so I'll just sum up with the fact that I was pretty much single but fresh out of a very intense relationship and had been acting like a dumbass for the previous couple months (typical post-relationship shenanigans like going out too much and being a whore). Moving on...I met up with the friends, Jen and Jess, at Bazbeaux Pizza in Indy (FANTASTIC local pizza place...check it out if you're in town) and we were doing the typical catch-up on life spiels. Story came up about supporting a friend through a break-up with someone who was an aquaintance of mine...two days prior...

So, I'm sitting there listening to their recount of the ugly situation in which Meg's ex cheated on and subsequently broke up with her...ouch, right? But, hearing all this and being in the cocky haze I'd been in since my breakup where I had decided I was God's gift, I figured this was a perfect time to meet this chick and bring some NC joy to her life. Classy move, eh?

They agreed it was a good idea to get Meg out of the house where her ex was packing her things that night and out with friends for a drink or two. After much badgering by a very persuasive JenT, Meg finally relented and goes home for a quick change out of her 'frumpy' work clothes. Whatever she did at home worked because she looked damn cute walking into The Metro in what I can now lovingly call her Meggleform....much like a uniform, it's a safe bet that if you met Meg anytime between birth and early 2008 she would have been in this outfit...black sweater with jeans, black shoes, silver earrings and silver watch. God bless it...

So, Meg walks in and greets the group and, true to what I know of her now, put on a happy face and jumped into the stories and banter without once bringing up the chaos in her life. I go straight into obnoxious flirt mode...sitting up straight, asking clever get-to-know-ya questions, buying a round of drinks and teasing Meg every chance I got about whatever I possibly could. Girls LOVE that. Turns out, Meg really does. The night wears on and Jess starts yawning and hinting to Jen that she was ready to crash so I asked Meg if she'd like to stay to have one more drink with me...bold, yet sophisticated, right?...which promptly turns into a rush need for Jen to go to the bathroom and, wouldn't ya know, Meg to go with. Jess and I just rolled our eyes and I did my best to keep her awake while the other two were gone for, I swear, 3.5 hours. Ok, it just felt that long.

I didn't find out till later that the shortened bathroom conversation was something like:
Jen: Oh my god, she's totally flirting with you and we're NOT leaving you.
Meg: I'm going to have one drink and go home.
Jen: Yeah right, you don't know that girl.
Meg: Is she a serial killer?
Jen: No, but we're not leaving, I just wouldn't feel right.
Meg: Ugh, fine, we'll leave together.
(On the walk back to the table....she's so smooth...)
Meg: I was actually having a good time and it felt nice to be flirted with...especially right now.
Jen: OMG! Fine, we'll leave but you'd better text us when you head home...
Meg: It'll be half hour, I swear.
Jen: Yeah....we'll see...you don't know that girl. Just try not to sleep with her.
Meg: *GASP* I am NOT going to sleep with her....

Fast forward 4.5 hours:
Meg (through text): Yeah, so I just got home....but I didn't sleep with her ;)

It's still my contention that she didn't sleep with me that first night because I have impeccable manners.........and because her ex was still at her house and I lived in Bloomington. And, really, car sex for the first time went out of vogue in high school....when both of us were still virgins....

It took her about seven months to admit that she probably would have fallen for my charms if I would have pushed the issue. Duh.

But, more seriously, in those four hours where we watched the waitstaff clear the tables, vacuum the floor and finally directly ask us to leave, we had a wonderful and flirty conversation....actually, we've been having those ever since....with a few hiccups.

We'll leave that for the next entry.....