Um... hi. Okay, so I know I promised to update you on any developments with AIM since he returned from vacation. This is just what I promised and, I warn you, it has the potential to be VERY long and humiliatingly hysterical.
When he returned from his trip, AIM and I resumed our daily IM conversations. I have almost entirely abandoned checking my personal e-mail at work though so our conversations have either been in the early morning, before work, or early evening, after work. Friday, I did happen to check my e-mail during work hours and was DUMBFOUNDED to see this message from him asking if my girlfriend, T, and I would like to stay at his house on Saturday night.
I guess I should have prefaced that by telling you that we are all working this weekend for the state tournament (Fire Department Racing). AIM lives about 10 minutes from the location of the tournament while my girlfriend and I both live about an hour away.
Anyway, I still sort of FREAKED out. I mean, here's this guy who hasn't actually asked me out yet asking me if I'd like to stay at his house. DUH! Yea, I'd have liked to but... W-O-W.
I spoke to AIM on the phone last night and told him it was a thoughtful and very sweet suggestion but that we weren't sure and would let him know today. T and I both brought clothes and had decided that depending on what time we were there until tonight and what time we had to be there in the morning, we just might stay.
Okay, so the day is going along just fine. AIM and I are quite flirty. We keep visiting each other at our respective booths. We're talking. We're laughing. We're having fun. And, dare I say, we're both feeling comfortable.
At one point T and I got swamped with customers. When it finally settled down, AIM caught my eye and I went to say hello. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder and, although it was a brief encounter, it was very nice. Later on, we were standing next to each other and were both teasing T, who was standing a few feet away. But he held my hand, again, only briefly, but... wow.
I could not really have been happier at this point. Everything seemed just about perfect. Well, I should have known better. Here's where it gets humiliatingly hilarious.
One of my other friends shows up with her daughter (my goddaughter). This beautiful little girl comes running over to me and I pick her up. She's six mind you. Anyway, I start to walk over with her in my arms to see T when I step in what is essentially described as a pothole. Thinking as fast as I could, I tried my best to do a 007 manuever in which I could prevent my goddaughter from hitting the ground or worse yet, hitting the ground and then having me land on top of her since I went down... hard... on both knees.
She wasn't hurt and I have only bruised pride and skinned knees, thank goodness. Anyway, AIM was one of the first people to me (because he just had to see this totally clutzy thing I did). He asked if I was okay and I said yes. Once it was then determined that my goddaughter was okay... and her mother whisked her away... he kept asking me if I was okay. (Very sweet).
I joked about it and kept smiling but I kept stepping in those damn potholes! I didn't fall again but I honestly, after that incident, became a danger to myself and those around me. Okay, so that is a little dramatic but it's sort of how I felt and so I became cranky. Oh yea, my crankiness had NOTHING to do with the fact that some of his friends (whom I haven't yet had the chance to meet) witnessed this entire thing as well.
AIM was good about it though. I mentioned that I was feeling a bit cranky and he gave me some space. He was still making faces at me from across the aisle but he was letting me work through my crankiness on my own, which I appreciated.
At this point, my employers decided it was time to close up shop and go home for the night. We packed everything up and I, during this time, managed to not only pinch my finger in the cash box and then in a fold-up table but then step in a few more potholes and nearly fall a few more times.
Our employers left but T and I hung out for a bit with AIM. We all joked about my clutziness (though at this point it was getting to be a little too much for me) and unanimously decided that even though T and I had come to the tournament in my car with me driving... I should NOT be the one to drive home, despite the fact that all I drank today was water and soda.
AIM and his employer were staying for a while longer and then AIM was going to hang out with some friends who were there so I thanked him again for his generous offer and explained that since it was early and we don't have to be there until 11 am tomorrow, that we would be going home. He seemed to totally understand.
He gave me a half a hug and a kiss on the cheek when I said good-bye but after T said good-night and gave him a kiss on the cheek... he gave me another half a hug and kiss on the cheek.
With T driving, we leave the tournament. Our employers had given us directions (since we had to take some back roads that neither of us are familiar with) but by the time we left we had both forgotten them. Okay, not that we forgot so much as we couldn't agree on what we'd been told. I called AIM's cell phone and when he answered, I asked, "how do I get home again?" He laughed so hard that it took him a minute to compose himself and remind me how to get to the highway. Once we were on the parkway, I sent him a text message saying that we'd found it, thanks again and that I'd see him tomorrow. He responded that I should let him know when I got home. I left a voicemail.
Now, I am in the safety of my own home, so I think, when I slip on some water on the bathroom floor and land on one of my knees. Just wonderful. I am almost afraid to go to sleep because I feel like something will crawl into my ear or I'll wake up with some sort of deformity or something that would make tomorrow top today.
I suppose, since he didn't run screaming from my COMPLETE lack of finesse today, that he is interested. That thought has me wondering what's wrong with him though?! (That was a joke).