Sunday, October 24, 2010

Between the J's

So, rugby guy from the post below asked me out to coffee. I decided, why not? Which is my usual answer unless the guy is a complete creep. So, I met him at the coffee shop and we bought our lattes and sat down. From there, we went to a frozen yogurt shop. From the frozen yogurt shop, we went to his house and I met his roommate and from his house, we stopped by a party the rugby players were having.

At the coffee shop I learned...
1. He's in ROTC on a full ride
2. He's probably Mormon because he mentioned a mission trip to Uganda
3. He likes to hike
4. He had a Night Hawk (It's a motorcycle) but it's in the shop now.

At the frozen yogurt place I learned...
5. He's really into Indie music. He knew who Mumford and Sons were and likes the ELO and Iron and Wine and Sufjan Stevens. Not bad for a army guy.
6. Sometimes, he plays eye-contact chicken with people on the street. (Quirky, but a little creepy).

From his roommate I learned...
7. He drinks lots of tea
8. He used to have long hair and a beard
9. In high school, he and his buddies would have drunken, naked tree climbing sessions out in the woods.

The list goes on and on. I'm not creepy, I'm an aural learning. It means, I learn what I hear. Anyway, so I'm with this guy and he asks if I want to go to a rugby party. "The theme is classy or trashy."

There I am, in my hiking boots and norwegian sweater at a drunken rugby classy/trashy party. The girls were dressed as skanks and the guys were either dressed as rednecks or they had suits on top, cut-off shorts on bottom. So I'm with this guy J1 and we literally bump into a guy whose name also starts with J. We'll call him J2. Suddenly, I'm escorted through the party by J1 (roughly 6 ft 4 and in the army) and J2 (6 ft 8 and a rather large rugby player).

J1 becomes more and more bombastic while J2 becomes more like a giant teddy bear. Both of them put their hand in the small of my back every once in a while. It was interesting. I felt as if both J's were signaling to the rest of the guys that I was theirs while I stood right between them.

Anyway, when the clock struck midnight, I asked for a ride home. I work in the morning and the testosterone was becoming a bit much.

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