always a groomsmen...but never the groom. and there's a reason for that.

It’s a good thing that I didn’t write about Super Groomsman the other day! It’s much better now with more details.

Where do I begin? Let’s go back to two weekends after Jim* and I broke up. I’m wasted. I’m newly single, and I feel that it is imperative I take this guy back to my apartment after a fun-filled night of Innisfree and Bell Bottoms. It was a fun night=no sleep. He gets my number that morning, and I’m positive that he likes me. Therefore, he’ll definitely call. Because don't they say if you don't "sleep with them, they call. It's when you do, that they don't." WRONG. No call. Nothing.

Now travel in time to a month later. I see him, for the first time since, in Innisfree. He’s there after a rehearsal dinner, of course. He sees me. We make the awkward, “I/You never called, I/You might hate me now.” However, I look amazing, and I know it. There’s no way he was going to go all night without saying at least hello. He finally got the courage after a time. A short version of conversation that night went a little like this:

SG: I didn’t call because I didn’t realize that we had mutual friends. Don’t want to do that

(SB + Jim=Fraternity Brothers)

ME: I understand, but that sucks.
SG: Good. I’m glad I ran into you tonight. I’ve been hoping to see you
ME: (Right…seeing as how if you’d have used that number in your phone…it would have happened a lot sooner) Oh.

ME: KC wants to leave. I don’t and I don’t have a car. I also don’t want to ride in a taxi by myself.
SG: I don’t have a car either. We’ll share a taxi.
ME: OK (BIG mistake!)

We get to his OMG messy, undecorated, complete bachelor townhouse, and I stumble upstairs. Drunken conversations of remembering, and “I really liked you” occur.

Let’s also keep in mind that I’m stuck there the next day until he retrieves his car, and then I get gracefully dropped of at my apartment. He, for the forth time that morning, asks what I’m going to do that day…which I still find odd. Considering that my answer never changed, and I knew he had wedding stuff to do.

The next time I saw him was at the bar after the wedding. The first thing he does when he walks in is ask if I need a drink. Now, at first I’m thinking, maybe this WILL be different. In hind sight, he probably just wanted to make sure I was getting inhibited. However, We talked off and on throughout the night when our friend Katie wasn’t talking his ear off about “his face.” I didn’t find this amusing, and I noticed that she seemed interested in him. Throughout the night, they got closer, and closer. I mean they were dancing with faces, no shit, no further than a couple of centimeters away. So, feeling like a dumbass, I left at a point when I could NO longer be around it.

Should I be mad at myself or at him? Myself.