Entourage

I didn’t mean to have an entourage.

I never fancied myself that type.

Yet somehow this weekend, that’s a little bit what happened. So there’s this guy I’m friends with. I see him a couple times a year when I go to visit my sister. I like hanging with him but it’s not like that. I refer to him by his last name, so we’ll just call him Smith for now. Well probably always since I don’t want to call him by his real name.

Smith is a cool cat, but the chemistry is a 3 at best.

But guess what? When you’re both single (FINE. Divorced.) everyone starts to assume things…well, maybe people assume things regardless but I was fending off questions all weekend.

And then Saturday night happened, and some guy (RBG), a friend of a friend came and introduced himself to my sister because he wanted to meet me. I have no idea how he even knew of my existence. Smith wasn’t trying to have it. He told us some gossip about RBG (random boat guy, I’m getting there with his moniker), and then when RBG tried to talk to me, Smith dragged me off to the bar to buy me a drink, aka cockblock any sort of potential hookup that would never happen because I’m not like that.

It worked  at first because we left, but RBG showed up at the next bar like some modern-day Prince Charming, chasing me down in his white Denali Duramax boasting the fanciest trim package fuck-off money can buy. He approached us as we stood on the curve, and Smith walked down the alley to take a piss, maybe wishing it was on RBG’s leg. They were not happy to see each other.

We all ended up leaving before the night could progress because the bar was at capacity, but by the time I got home, RBG had friend requested me on FB.

Smith crashed here at my sister’s (on the couch, I aint a ho), but sent me a random text at 1:30 in the morning asking if I was awake. First of all no, and second of all NO.

Why do guys have to take it there?

RBG messaged me the next morning and said he was so excited to meet me and I’m beautiful and we chatted for a while until my BIL told me to invite him and his kids to come boating with us.

So that’s why he’s random boat guy, because he and his 2 boys (8 and 10) came boating with us for the day. Family time. The opposite of what I had almost the entire time I dated OG.

It was fun. The water was cold, the sun was not quite hot but at least warm, and the company was nice.

He’s maybe a 6 for me on the chemistry scale. Nice dad body, nice kids, good conversation. Word on the street is that he owns a helicopter. He asked my BIL if he thought I’d date him.

My BIL asked if I was going to start having to schedule visits with my entourage. As if. I don’t do schedules.

I feel like I’m not interested in dating. I feel like yah, it’s fun that two guys are competing for my attention for a weekend but let’s face it, I have this whole other life back in SD. Well, in theory I have a life. In reality it’s me going to work, watching sunsets at the beach or park with Boo and Dog, and spending a ridiculous amount of time making green juice and smoothies which make me sound far more healthy than my Flaming Hot Cheeto addiction and reality will allow for.

But maybe that is life, those little moments that take up your time, those that set the tone for your beliefs and habits and thoughts. Maybe the amount of love you feel towards those moments determine your position on the happiness spectrum.

I love all those little things. The sunsets. The greens. The beach, the air, the feelings. The alone time. Just…everything. I am…happy. As is.

What a mother fucking concept.