God Bless America

I was invited by a friend to a party being thrown by the embassy marines this weekend. I knew a bunch of people going and invited the Texan to come along as well. When we arrived, we found the friend who had invited us and went to say hi. He was talking to a girl that I didn't know. After a couple of minutes, my friend went to speak to someone else, which left me and the Texan alone with this girl. Shortly thereafter, I decided that she was pretty uninteresting and I wanted to go talk to some other people I knew at the party, so I did. Tex stayed with boring girl. This was fine. I actually really like it when people I am dating are comfortable in social situations and don't feel the need to be glued to my side.

I talked to my friends and then on my way to the bar went over to Tex to see if he needed a drink, thinking he would come with me. He took me up on my offer for a drink, but didn't come with me. I brought him his drink and stayed by him for about 30 seconds before my brain started to go numb (ouch. I am mean.). By this time, a friend I had been wanting to introduce to Tex showed up. I brought him over to Tex and the boring girl and waited for a lull in their conversation to introduce my friend. I waited and waited and waited a good ten minutes. No lull. I gave up. Now, I am fine with Tex being comfortable talking to other people, but come on now, give a girl some attention!

I started talking to a friend of a friend who I had met once before. She works at the emb and is getting married soon. She was telling me all about the details when this adorable marine who had given a short thank you speech to everyone for coming a few minutes earlier came over to her and said in a thick, sexy southern drawl, "I don't believe I have met your friend yet." So he introduced himself and asked if I would be around for a while, because he wanted to talk to me, but he had to work the bar for a bit. My reply, "Baby, you better believe I am not going anywhere!" ok, ok, so that's not really what I said, but you get the picture.

Tex continued to talk to boring girl while I spent half an hour or so catching up with friends while trying to be sly about checking out Marine working behind the bar. At one point we made eye contact and he motioned me over. He asked for my number and wanted to know if he could take me out on Sunday. I said sure. He then asked if I would help him restock some of the bar. Now, I had had several hurricanes at this point, so being alone with this marine in the supply closet sounded like a fantastic idea. We went to the closet, but it was a bit more innocent than I pictured. We were just talking and grabbing stuff from the shelves, when who should poke his head in? Yup, the Texan. He made a smart-ass comment asking if we wanted some privacy and I snipped something along the lines of, 'No, we are just fine.'

Tex and I left not long thereafter and went back to our respective homes. Just as I got out of the taxi, the marine called wanting to know if I wanted to grab a drink. I did. So I got back in the taxi and met him and his friend at a bar. I mean honestly, what could I have said? You have to support the troops, right?