Finding what I want

How wise is it to meet your future husband at a bar?

As far as I have ever known, it isn't the best place to meet guys. But a bar is different than a club right?

Last night the plan was to go and be band groupies again with my friend Kelly. I kind of toned down the Rock of Love look last night. Except my make up was more drag queen than pornstar.

That is actually a tube top and not a dress despite what this angle looks like

Why is this my signature face?

We ended up missing almost half of our band's set but we managed to push through the crowd to the front railing. Okay, lets be honest there was no pushing to the front. We walked in between the huge gaping holes in the crowd of mostly boys to throw ourselves at the band. It made it unfortunately very obvious that we had not been there the whole time.

Bad band groupies.

Oops.

I don't really know what Kelly had expected to happen, but she wasn't feeling like it was happening. So after passing me her half drank beer to drink, she told me we could leave when ever I felt like it. I chugged the rest of my beer and the rest of hers, made sure that the guitarist stared at me at least once and we left.

Mission: Sort of completed?

I don't know. We both got hugs from the lead singer, who is the one she is talking to, and we ran outside to almost get hit by a cab driver who then yelled at us. This is a college town buddy, no twenty-somethings use crosswalks.

Really we ended up leaving because someone else was offer her the chance of more attention that she was getting from singer boy. Which was cool with me, I was along for the ride and it was only 9pm. But I am not sure a older crowd, redneck bar, on the outskirts of Baltimore City is really where I thought we would end up.

Now from being a hood rat for a couple of years I know the area pretty well and knew what I was in for. Mostly older crowd, 55 being the average age making us the youngest four in there, old man band, etc. But OMG from the minute we walked in I was having a freaking blast.

Sorry I just channeled Deena from Jersey Shore, don't worry I wont call myself a meat ball.

I ended up drunk, shocker, so my memory of the night isn't very clear. But the text messages to my mom make it all very clear what the hell I was doing. I was nabbing myself a husband.

It was really nice feeling excited about getting to know someone new. I have no clue what to call him. The Plumber? The Redneck? The Bull? But for the sake of being easy I will just call him Future Husband.

Our night together started off with well, I am not sure actually probably something about the Ravens. I am not a fan. Normally just to be an asshole when I know people are Ravens fans I will go out of the way to be evasive about whom I like because they will normally say, Steelers, when the reality is I am a Redskins fan.

From that point on it was flirty and hands on. He told me I was smart, mostly because I know about sports, that he liked my hair and kind of got excited about me liking children. When I found out that he drove a big white truck, my dream car since 4th grade, I automatically threw my arm around his shoulders and proclaimed he could be my new boyfriend.

Sloppy drunk, not a chance.

A pit stop to the bathroom had me texting my mom about meeting my future husband, for real this time.

He tried to kiss me multiple times, wanted me to slow dance with him, we played thumb wars(I lost) and eventually told me he wanted me to be his wife.  I started laughing and pulled out my phone to show him that I had seriously just told my mom that he was my future husband.

Then right before we left it got kind of weird. One of the questions I didn't ask him was if he was single, he didn't wear a ring, or if he had kids. Really once again I have no clue how it happened but he told me that he had a girlfriend or really ex girlfriend he has a child with. Well at least I think that was what he said. I latched on to the fact that I didn't want baby mama drama in my life. And then it was awkward. There was like 2 feet of space between us when before there had been none.

Kelly decided it was time to leave so since she was my ride that was cool with me. I figured both of the boys were coming but then all of a sudden, Future Husband wasn't coming. I ran inside and I am not sure what my plan was but I marched up to him and nothing. I asked him why he wasn't coming but if he told me I have no clue. I flicked him off and walked away with out looking over my shoulder.

I didn't want to be the third wheel so I had Kelly drop me off at home before I peed my pants and ended up crashing in my bed before 12am. I also may have send a drunk Facebook message that uhhhh didn't get responded to. What the hell is with these boys do they not check their Facebooks every day? Hell I check it from my bed in the morning. And about a million other times.

Who knows if I will actually see him again but it was kind of crazy feeling like I could marry this person I had only known for an hour and a half. I guess crazier things have happened. If it is meant to be will we meet up again. Or you know he will respond to my Facebook message.

Someone's future wife?

Maybe.

EDIT: Future husband just finally sent me a friends request and a response to my drunk email, yesterday 9/30. We talked back and forth for a bit and apparently he does have a child but not a girlfriend but Facebook stalking leads me to believe he has a chick who lives in his house who may or may not be the baby mama. WHOA. Anyway he said he isnt "ready" for a relationship, aka probably doesnt want to be my baby daddy and I gave him my cell number which he hasnt used yet. Project FAIL.