Yes, I know I know, I'm a week late with my version of this story. What can I say, I've been very lazy this week. Or, you know, actually doing work. Hopefully my longterm memory works well enough to tell my version of this story properly.
I am sitting near the door, having a drink with Texas and texting back and forth with the Ring Switcher. Bossy is making the rounds and chatting up various folks as she often likes to do. I turn around, and who should walk in but Blazer Boy, looking all pretty and blazer-y. (I joke often about this because I am seriously convinced that he spends a lot more time appreciating himself in the mirror than the average woman. Not that it isn't somewhat justified but come on, dude.) I look at Texas and say, "Oh, here we go." He is clearly checking out the scene, notes Bossy, and walks over to give her a hug. I look at Texas again and say words to the effect of..."someone's finally getting laid tonight. about damn time."
We watched them circle each other for most of the night, alternating between flirting and studious avoidance of each other. The funny thing about Bossy and Blazer Boy is that they are both masters at the art of the chase and the art of flirtation. In fact I have told Bossy several times that our blog names should really be reversed. That's how good she is. So watching them interact is sort of like watching master chess players square off against one another.
There is obvious chemistry tempered by the even more compelling need of each of them to have the upper hand in the game.
Neither wants to be vulnerable.
Neither wants to lose.
This has been going on for months now, punctuated by occasional makeout sessions and even an actual date, where Blazer Boy upped the ante by taking her out to dinner and behaving like a complete gentleman, not even TRYING to sleep with her. Just to confuse things.
I have a chat with KK while watching these two flirt. KK and I discuss how they just need to get it done already. KK, allegedly Blazer Boy's best friend, refers to Blazer Boy openly as a manwhore. I crack up.
We move to a table. Bossy is nowhere to be found for a bit. She comes back to the table in a complete huff. Birds could perch on her lower lip.
He turned me down!!!! WTF? What is wrong with him. I can't even believe this, yada yada yada. And he had the GALL to remind me that I TURNED HIM DOWN FIRST!
I try to console her by telling her that this is all part of his game, that he is trying to regain the upper hand and should not be taken as a rejection of her charms. And that I doubt she propositioned him without a lot of encouragement from him...the equivalent at most of catching the softball he was throwing. It is obvious he is attracted to her and wants to hook up every bit as much as she does. BUT not as much as he wants to do so with the knowledge of having the upper hand. She knows this deep down but it does not temper the aggravation while she is in a bourbon-induced fit of pique.
Nor does it really temper her aggravation when she is sober.
Because she ALSO wants to have the upper hand.
He may have won the battle, but I wouldn't bet against Bossy's ability to win the war.
Stay tuned.
Oh and bourbon is now added to the banned list for Bossy. She is fast headed down the road of being restricted to beer or soft drinks.
