I was excited to meet Steven's friends at the Super Bowl "Party". I put it in quotes because it wasn't really a party, more like some friends getting together at a bar. Nonetheless, he wanted to introduce me to his friends. That is a step in the right direction.
Dressing to meet someone's friends, especially when you know a lot of them are women, is tough. We women are so critical of one another and I truly believe that on most occasions we actually dress for other women. Ourselves, but for other women. Women are the one's who will compliment you on how you "cute" you look or give a "I LOVE those shoes, where did you get them." There's no better compliment. Some guys can say it, like my gay boys, but straight boys just think you look hot and that's it. Yeah, that always makes you feel good, but there's something about a compliment from another woman. It's almost like jealousy! LOL I went for cute casual, pairing jeans with a winter white sweater with a zipper on the neck to the shoulder blade and brown boots, and decided it didn't really matter. They're either going to like me or not.
Steven came to pick me up and we were off. I've noticed that when I'm with him I just let go, meaning I don't ask where we're going, what we're doing or try to control his driving with directions. I trust him and just go with the flow. We ended up at a bar in Old Town I've never been too and proceed to get a seat. I don't ask about his friends, but soon realize it's only a couple of us and the one woman can't come. Soon, it's me and one of his guy friends.
This guy is interesting, I would learn. He moved here and his gf introduced him to Steven, who took him under his wing and showed him the city. He and I quickly have several things to talk about and decided to trade business cards. Overtime, I begin to notice that every time he and I start talking, Steven would slowly reach out to put his hand on my knee. I really like that he's so affectionate, it's something I really need in a relationship. Call it reassurance but I like to know my man is into me, even in public. But this was a little different. When I looked at his face there was an intent there as he gently touched me but his face was hard as he looked straight ahead at the TV screen. It was serious and I believe I got a glimpse of what he would be like on the job in an urgent situation. It was like there was some competition there....for me. Geesh, he should just lift his leg an pee on me. That would show the other dogs who belongs to who. We all decide to root for Green Bay, and good thing we did.
Sitting in front of us were just the kind of douche bag guys I would normally be attracted to - good looking, really fit, dressed well....HOT! I watched them but secretly liked that I didn't have to worry about trying to catch their attention. These are the guys I would typically date who just want you to look good and be good in bed. They don't want to talk. They don't want to know you, because they don't know themselves. They're so busy trying to be cool that they only see the world in one way - they're way. Or I should say that they're living life the way they think others think they should be living life - cool, getting action and without regard to anyone else. They were definitely in their 30's but acted like they were 24 getting completely wasted on a Sunday night and making complete fools of themselves. It wasn't long before one of the guy's girlfriends got pissed and took off. He went after her but she wanted nothing to do with him. Good for her.
The game ended and we left. We took his friend home and Steven opened up to me about him. Apparently he's CHEAP. In fact, he ate and drank and then didn't offer to pay. CHEAP! Moreover, it seems that he's not an ethical business person and has been known to rip his clients off to get more commission on what he sells. No thank you!!! I thanked him for telling me and that I would proceed with caution. Furthermore, if the fact he never pays shows total disregard for Steven's friendship then the fact that he has been a "girl stealer" solidifies it. Steven told me stories of when they would go out. He would meet a girl and start talking to her, walk away for a second and his friend had already moved in on her. It's like Steven was the warm up act. I could feel the animosity towards his friend and it's like he was getting angry all over again. Sitting there in the car, I couldn't help but wonder why he would choose to invite this friend to be the first to meet me. Then I realized that in Steven's mind he was showing his friend that HE won in the end.
That night we came back to my house for a bit and I told him that I wasn't going to be able to see him until Friday night. I simply can't afford to get completely wrapped up in him, letting my mind daydream about what might come. The focus has to remain on me getting done what I need to do for ME! And it's quite a bit to accomplish, but winning this new piece of business would help....A LOT!
I kind of felt bad because we'd had a couple of attempts of trying to seal the deal without the desired outcome, so I didn't want him to think I was walking away, but just needed to get my own shit done. Not to mention the fact I had just spent $500 on a trip to Pittsburgh to pitch this new business, so I'm sweating the financial situation a little. YEAH! I know! It's really, REALLY rare that a company asks you to come to them to pitch and then doesn't fork over the money to get you there. Ironically, the organization is HQ'd in Chicago. Go figure. In the end I resolved myself to believing that God would not give me the opportunity if I couldn't handle it....financially.
I walked him to the door. He lingered taking every kiss he could get and then he was gone.