New Year’s Eve 2009.
I had not been out to a New Year’s event in over ten years. The thought of being on the road with a bunch of people who had been drinking just didn’t appeal to me. I believe that the New Year is a time for renewal. I believed ‘that what you are doing at the end of the year is a good omen for what you will take into the New Year’.
New Year’s Eve 2009 was on its way to be a repeat of the past. I went to Wal Mart to get the sparkling apple juice for the kids. Walking toward the checkout lanes I see a rack of clothes for a dollar.
Shuffling through the roundabout I pull out a shiny burnt orange piece of cloth…I can’t decide if it’s a night gown or a dress. Either way, I can’t believe that it’s really a dollar. I throw it in my basket feeling that it was too fancy to sleep in and a color that I would never wear out of the house. I had just bought something to hang in my closet.
Fruit of the Looms guy, who I now fondly called Underwear Guy, called the next night to ask if I had plans for New Year’s. I told him my plans; Dick Clark's Rockin Eve, mimosas, and sleep. He asked if I would consider breaking my do nothing streak to go with him to a friend’s house.
Date #2 was shaping up quite nicely. Meeting the Friends and Scoring a Major Holiday; big points in the dating girl’s handbook.
(didn't read this book just wanted the graphic)But now I had a problem…what would I wear?
I opened my closet door and my eyes landed on my dollar find. I couldn’t wear that…I still wasn’t sure if it was pajamas or a dress. I tried it on and decided it was the find of the year.
(my buck dress)On date night, I paired the dress with a wide black belt and some chunky jewelry and I was good to go…Tyra Banks would have been proud.
The plan was for me to meet Underwear Guy at his house, we would go to his friend’s house, and if all went well, we would return to Underwear Guy’s house and watch a movie together.
I was mildly surprised that he wasn’t ready when I arrived at his house. Since I really didn’t know him well, I suspected that this was by design.
He said, “I still have to shower and get dressed.”
He asked me to make myself at home. He led me to the kitchen, where sitting on the dining table were the ingredients to make Midori Sours, my favorite drink.
I told him he had scored major points for listening then buying the Midori ingredients…
As he turned to head toward the shower, I said ‘I have to tell you something. I can’t kiss you at midnight. I have a cold.’
He said he wouldn’t mind ‘getting my germs’
Romance was in the air.
I insisted on keeping my germs to myself.
After he got out of the shower he came and stood in the kitchen…just letting the water drip from his naked body…(not really I just wanted to see who was still awake and reading at this point)
After he showered he threw on some jeans and called me to his bedroom to help him decide which shirt he should wear. I chose a graphic tee it color coordinated with my dress.
Before we left Underwear Guy’s house, I gave him a Hallmark Card. I signed it, ‘Thanks in advance for a wonderful night!’
On the drive to his friend’s house we found out we had sooooooooo much more in common than we could have ever imagined…it was eerie.
Underwear Guy’s friend had just bought a new home. It was beautifully decorated.
I instantly felt a part of this gang of folks…there was about 20 adults, some kids…and us.
Somewhere programmed music started playing…mostly old school rap…sometime during the night a rousing game of Boggle was initiated…I had never played before but Underwear Guy and I were a force to be reckoned with.
At midnight, everybody gathered around the big screen to watch Dick Clark's Rockin Eve…when the clock struck midnight and the New Year was jogging in I leaned toward Underwear Guy and planted the most awkward, Midori- infused kiss on his lips.
Ten minutes later Underwear Guy leaned in towards me and planted the most awesome, rum and coke infused kiss on my lips.
I think I heard Marvin Gaye playing in the background.
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