Is it Chemistry or Convenience?

I filled in as a sub for my friend Nicole’s pool league on Saturday and used a new break cue that my brother gave to me.  I come to find out that he lifted it from the Cadillac Ranch.

It’s a good cue, one of those expensive cue’s that cost in the $100’s, and somebody left it there either by accident or not at that semi-crappy bar.

My brother – “If I didn’t take it, somebody else would’ve.”

I played my match and after I played, I decided to return the cue to the Cadillac Ranch.  I felt too guilty.  I didn’t care if somebody else lifts it, it weren’t gonna be me.

Luckily enough, the Cadillac Ranch is very close to Shooter’s in Southington so all I had to do was swing by and nonchalantly drop it off like an anti-thief in the night.

But it was a Saturday night and they had a $5 cover.  Not only that but I was already a few beers deep and feeling good.  So I figured, why not stay for a beer at least?  That’s when I remembered my new friend, Liz, whom I met a week prior, lives super close to the Cadillac Ranch.  I called her up and got her to meet me for a drink.

Then my friend Stephanie show’s up with her Bumble date.  Then my brother shows up.

I ended up closing the bar.

It’s funny how one good deed can lead to an awesome night and my new friend, Liz, is wonderful.

I already have a shit-ton of friends, I don’t need or want any more, but we have too much in common and when I’m with her, she feels like best friend material and at my age, the older I get, those BFF types are a rarity.

So, after Liz got off work on Wednesday, I took her to my family’s cottage in Rhode Island and we drank, played cards, watched movies, and at midnight we walked to the beach, as per tradition, I do every time I go to Rhode Island, and yeah, definitely BFF potential.

She’s never had a best friend before which is opposite of myself.  All I’ve ever had were best friends and feel that life is a little harder and sadder without them.

But I’m truly the worlds biggest cynic…..the thing is, looking back on all my best friends…..we were BFF’s out of convenience.  We came together, liked one another enough to hang out, but the thing is, as fate would have it, we had both TIME and ROOM in our lives at the exact same moment at the start of the friendship.  We had room for each other.  And the more room you grant a person to occupy in your life, the greater the friendship.

I hate to say it but it’s true.  Making room for someone is the most valuable part of the friendship.  Like in the Big Labowski, the Dude was best friends with Walter whom he didn’t even like, but they both had room in their lives at the same time.

Liz just so happened to meet me at a time in my life when I was suffering from crippling boredom.  The boredom I experienced didn’t last long, maybe a week or two, but like I said in my last post – I needed to do something about it pronto or my mind would be blotto.

She’s a Fortnite player.  In my last post, I was seconds away from downloading that game.  I come to find out that Liz is a Fortnite player and she invited me to her house last Tuesday for a play date.

We both have room for each other and we both have a ridiculous amount of shit in common.  But according to my theory, if she met me at any other time in my life – literally ANY other time, she’d be a forgotten Facebook acquaintance.

After I played Fortnite with Liz, I had my pool league.  My crush was there as always.  He’s married.  And I did something I regret.  At the time, it seemed like a good idea…

I told him how I felt about him but I did it in a way like when people say, “Man, if only you weren’t married, I’d totally be into you” sort of way.  Like an after-thought way of saying something.  In a “too late to change things” kind of way.

Old woman – “If only I was 20 years younger, we could’ve had something special.”

It was somewhat cutesy and complimentary.  Not at all meant to rile feathers.

It was wrong and selfish of me because the guy actually likes me.  It be different if he had no feelings for me, but he does.  And I shouldn’t have said anything.  He’s just so goddamed big and tall and ridiculously funny and smart.  Not to mention he’s half-black which to me, is sexy as hell.

But anyway, I digress….my 7 month old nephew is here upstairs.  I should say hi to him.

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