Super Bowl Blowout
There are certain 'friends' that one can never mix...
My ex-husband is so helpful*. Ever since I broke up with my most recent ex (he told me I would!), he has been attempting to keep me out and about instead sealed up like a hermit. "You guys breaking up is a good thing; don't act like you're mourning." When he invited me to his Super Bowl Party, I initially declined. "Who will be there?" I finally asked this past Friday. "Jimmy from Kentucky and his new 'The One!'...my brother and his wife...Chris and whoever he brings and my new girlfriend." "Hmm..." " 'Hmm' what?" "Does she know you invited me?" "We are friends now, what does that matter?" "TJ-" "Don't worry about it; it will be cool."
Against my women's intuition I did not decline the offer a second time and he left the party to pick me up...I didn't know what to wear! He dropped me off at the front door and went through the garage. When Jimmy opened the door for me, his jaw dropped. "Now here's a little firecracker!" he announced. Jimmy will always have this image of me as the-life-of-the-party. It's that boot-scooting incident in 2001. He lifted me up and stated, "Damn your soft, must be that fur- that's real ain't it?". As he asked and before I could answer, TJ walked in. "You know she's not wearing faux; she's old school." "I totally HAVE faux in my closet." "Really?" "YES! It's a faux sable and it is soooo luxe!" "Well hell, I'm impressed!" Jimmy resigned. "Don't be love, I won't be joining PETA anytime soon." I teased. As I entered the livingroom with Jimmy removing my coat to hang up, one of the other women in the room was giving me, well...the stink eye. "Hello" I offered giving her eye contact. She answered, "Some poor animal died so you could look cute!" TJ retorted, "NO some DUMB animal died so she could look cute!" I laughed as I always did when he gave some one a proper burn in my honor. She stormed out of the room. "Whose THAT unpleasant young woman?" I asked, not really caring. "She's TJ's girlfriend!" Jimmy's new 'The One' answered. I giggled then said, "Too too bad for her!" "Cute sweater!" TJ's brother's wife commented. "Thank you love...it's Michael Kors." "Nice..."
I resigned myself to neither of them liking me and focused on TJ's brother's wife, the guy Chris brought and Jimmy (in-between action on the TV). By half-time, I was getting the stink eye everytime I opened my mouth; it was very juvenile. People disagree on fur all the time, but unless you are going to not wear Rabbit fur Mukluk's too (which this contrary idiot had on), don't hate me because I'm wearing a fur coat; I inherited the bloody thing! I hadn't listened to any of the half-time hype pre-game, nor leading up to the Super Bowl, so I was pleasantly surprised that it was Tom Petty. By the time "American Girl" was playing, TJ and I were hand dancing and I was in my element. Jimmy, Chris and Chris's friend were all singing along and after it went off I missed the song so much TJ put it on again (he had the CD); picked me up and let me dance on the couch. Of course this meant everyone sitting on the couch had to move. TJ's Brother's wife slipped into her husband's lap (he was in a chair); the two women who had been giving me the stink eye had to stand; and the guys were still cheering me on.
"Isn't she great!" TJ gushed. "My little firecracker!", Jimmy added. Chris forgot himself and asked, "Why'd you ever let her get away?" No normal woman can ever handle that question, posed to her beau, about an ex...it is hurtful. She stormed out of the room again, and this time left the house and got in her car. "TJ?" "Yeah?" "TJ shouldn't you go after her?" "If it's meant to be she'll come back." "You did that on purpose didn't you?" TJ's brother asked him. TJ took a sip of Corona and smiled. "You know how you and M.~ get when you're together and you invited her over so you could break up with your girlfriend!" TJ just kept smiling. "Well, I don't mind saying that is bloody base. You made ME an accomplice!" "How many times does that make it now, TJ?" Jimmy asked. "Four...if you count the long distance phone call where we were reminiscing about Mardi Gras." "Where was your girlfriend?!"; this one was news to me! "Laying right next to me" "I'm assuming post coital?", Chris asked. "Yep." "That's just sleazy!" I shouted. Granted, little Ms. PETA was annoying but I was not going to be a party pooper and hurt purposefully. I am not a cruel person.
We sat quietly for three minutes, then lost ourselves in the game again. According to TJ she hasn't called, nor did she ever come back.
If ever you were wondering WHY my ex and I are not compatiable...think about this little social drama and never wonder anymore.
My ex-husband is so helpful*. Ever since I broke up with my most recent ex (he told me I would!), he has been attempting to keep me out and about instead sealed up like a hermit. "You guys breaking up is a good thing; don't act like you're mourning." When he invited me to his Super Bowl Party, I initially declined. "Who will be there?" I finally asked this past Friday. "Jimmy from Kentucky and his new 'The One!'...my brother and his wife...Chris and whoever he brings and my new girlfriend." "Hmm..." " 'Hmm' what?" "Does she know you invited me?" "We are friends now, what does that matter?" "TJ-" "Don't worry about it; it will be cool."
Against my women's intuition I did not decline the offer a second time and he left the party to pick me up...I didn't know what to wear! He dropped me off at the front door and went through the garage. When Jimmy opened the door for me, his jaw dropped. "Now here's a little firecracker!" he announced. Jimmy will always have this image of me as the-life-of-the-party. It's that boot-scooting incident in 2001. He lifted me up and stated, "Damn your soft, must be that fur- that's real ain't it?". As he asked and before I could answer, TJ walked in. "You know she's not wearing faux; she's old school." "I totally HAVE faux in my closet." "Really?" "YES! It's a faux sable and it is soooo luxe!" "Well hell, I'm impressed!" Jimmy resigned. "Don't be love, I won't be joining PETA anytime soon." I teased. As I entered the livingroom with Jimmy removing my coat to hang up, one of the other women in the room was giving me, well...the stink eye. "Hello" I offered giving her eye contact. She answered, "Some poor animal died so you could look cute!" TJ retorted, "NO some DUMB animal died so she could look cute!" I laughed as I always did when he gave some one a proper burn in my honor. She stormed out of the room. "Whose THAT unpleasant young woman?" I asked, not really caring. "She's TJ's girlfriend!" Jimmy's new 'The One' answered. I giggled then said, "Too too bad for her!" "Cute sweater!" TJ's brother's wife commented. "Thank you love...it's Michael Kors." "Nice..."
I resigned myself to neither of them liking me and focused on TJ's brother's wife, the guy Chris brought and Jimmy (in-between action on the TV). By half-time, I was getting the stink eye everytime I opened my mouth; it was very juvenile. People disagree on fur all the time, but unless you are going to not wear Rabbit fur Mukluk's too (which this contrary idiot had on), don't hate me because I'm wearing a fur coat; I inherited the bloody thing! I hadn't listened to any of the half-time hype pre-game, nor leading up to the Super Bowl, so I was pleasantly surprised that it was Tom Petty. By the time "American Girl" was playing, TJ and I were hand dancing and I was in my element. Jimmy, Chris and Chris's friend were all singing along and after it went off I missed the song so much TJ put it on again (he had the CD); picked me up and let me dance on the couch. Of course this meant everyone sitting on the couch had to move. TJ's Brother's wife slipped into her husband's lap (he was in a chair); the two women who had been giving me the stink eye had to stand; and the guys were still cheering me on.
"Isn't she great!" TJ gushed. "My little firecracker!", Jimmy added. Chris forgot himself and asked, "Why'd you ever let her get away?" No normal woman can ever handle that question, posed to her beau, about an ex...it is hurtful. She stormed out of the room again, and this time left the house and got in her car. "TJ?" "Yeah?" "TJ shouldn't you go after her?" "If it's meant to be she'll come back." "You did that on purpose didn't you?" TJ's brother asked him. TJ took a sip of Corona and smiled. "You know how you and M.~ get when you're together and you invited her over so you could break up with your girlfriend!" TJ just kept smiling. "Well, I don't mind saying that is bloody base. You made ME an accomplice!" "How many times does that make it now, TJ?" Jimmy asked. "Four...if you count the long distance phone call where we were reminiscing about Mardi Gras." "Where was your girlfriend?!"; this one was news to me! "Laying right next to me" "I'm assuming post coital?", Chris asked. "Yep." "That's just sleazy!" I shouted. Granted, little Ms. PETA was annoying but I was not going to be a party pooper and hurt purposefully. I am not a cruel person.
We sat quietly for three minutes, then lost ourselves in the game again. According to TJ she hasn't called, nor did she ever come back.
If ever you were wondering WHY my ex and I are not compatiable...think about this little social drama and never wonder anymore.
Labels: Break ups, Exes as friends, Super Bowl parties
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