For
the second date with Greg, I stepped out of the usual dinner/drinks and
casually invited him to a friend’s block party—you know, a collective gathering
of folks ranging from the types I attended in my JMU days (complete with drinks
only and a smattering of police officers) to the family neighborhood get
togethers which actually include food and young children. But this weekend I found
myself and Greg en route to a young professionals blocks party, which fairly
resembled a family block party, but this one had beer pong and flip cup!
The
block party was a great way to spend the day and it was an added bonus to see
Greg with others. We played beer pong together, he made fun of me, and then we
danced. The dancing could go either way—it was a slow song so it could be read
as super sweet and romantic or, being that it was the second date and I tend to
swing hard on the lunacy pendulum, it can be seen as, “this is too much too
soon, please don’t touch me!” or something like that. Unlike Jeremy, who
stranded me at a wedding when I expressed concern over dancing, Greg remained
calm and coaxed me into being the only two people to slow dance in the middle
of the street while we were surrounded by loud dogs and even louder people. I
hacked into my own brain and realized that if this were a scene from a movie, I’d
probably be going, “I want a guy like that! Why don’t I have a guy like that?”
Annndd here we are. So, I plastered a smile on my face and held onto his 6’2”
frame.
The
couple girls that I knew at the party absolutely loved Greg. He was clearly a
social guy and when he walked into the room, or um in this case, street, you
knew he was there. He had no shyness to him, and I worried he was climbing the
border wall from “entertaining” to “obnoxious” but my friends assured me he was
not “THAT guy” at the party. Phew!
