A few nights before the date, I get an IM from Justin (I hadn't talked to him before, so this was totally random)...and he apologies for not talking to me, only he really likes me and knew nothing would work out, etc...for a boy I have barely met, those are a lot of emotions...and suddenly it hits me, this is not Justin who I have a date with Saturday, rather this is my ex Justin who I haven't seen or talked to since I dumped him in June. (Little background on Justin, we got together after we kissed at prom...both drunk, both other people's dates...oops, and then dated about 2 months till he started getting uber-serious and I was just the same flirt so I ended it to save feelings...) After a little chat, and a complete avoidance of his questions of why I mentioned our plans Saturday night...he kept asking me to come golfing during break...yeah, I'll get right on that. So I stuck a little blurb of this mix-up in my livejournal and forgot about it...until 2 days later when the other Justin IMs me talking about it. I just assume Lyns told him and gave him my sn so I wouldn't get confused later and we have a nice little chat. But he won't tell me what we are doing on Saturday night...I make a million guesses and he gives false hints, but Friday rolls around and I am still clueless.
Unsure of what to expect, I spend Saturday afternoon on a confrence call with Lynsey discussing outfits, then I promptly forget all she said and dress up in my new white cords, a pink sweater and heels...only to drop makup on the white pants soon after. Since this is already my 4th or 5th outfit and Lyns is ringing the doorbell, there's no time to change, so I make my great Hilary Duff scarf into a belt to diguise the drop of foundation and head on down...to see Lyns dressed casually in khaki's and a zip up sweater...we decided she can change faster than I could, so we speed back to her house and run inside while the boys are pulling up so that they won't see her in a different outfit. Ten minutes later (her mom had to iron her shirt...) we make our fabulous fasionably late entrance...and see the boys wearing jeans. Oh well, we weren't that over dressed, so we head outside and into a Jaguar! Justin works at a car place and rented a spiffy ride for the night...major points there.
We head downtown, still playing the "where are we going" game and I play along like a good sport...only Lynsey let it slip at her house! Turns out we were doing dinner and a play at Shakespear's Tavern! Very cool idea, and it was so much fun...minus the odd old couple that kept making out behind us! I swear, Lynsey and I can't go to any public event together without being surrounded by old people getting it on...ewww. At one point, I dropped my giant diamond ring because I was playing with it, and since it was so dark I couldn't find it! So reverting to a common pickle trend, I borrowed Justin's ring to keep me entertained. Now, Lynsey and Matt seemed very excited by this, but honestly people, I have stolen more guy's watches and jewlery than I know what to do with...it's just one of my quirks I suppose...but it never mean's a lifelong commitment or anything else people try to read into it! After the play, we left to go see if the car was still where we parked it (this isn't the nicest part of Atlanta I'm afraid) and ignored a few homeless men en route. Feeling guilty by the time we reached the lot, Matt decided to give the left over half of his sandwich (yes, like a true college boy, he wrapped up the leftovers and tucked it away for tomorrow's lunch) to the man with his hand out on the sidewalk...only that man wasn't homeless, he was just trying to get change for a dollar for the parking meter...oops! Next stop was the ultrahip coffee shop Cafe Intermettzio (or something like that...) for dessert. Things were going great till the little diabetic decides to nibble on the bowl of sugar cube...probably not the best idea, but we all joined in and soon we had one interestingly hyper table! The end of the night was relatively uneventful...just a trip back to Snellville at 1 am, and then the normal quizzing my Lynsey once the boys had left. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was talking both of the Justin's online that I realized how bizarre all this could become. The new Justin was trying to score a second date, and while he was fun and very sweet, I just wasn't wanting that when I was leaving for school in a week anyway, so I made a note of his cell number and respectfully changed the topic of conversation. My ex Justin, on the other hand, was arrange a tee time for us and handing out his cell number too so that I could call him this week and play golf...I think for now I'll just stick to lads without J names...Anna and I share enough, we don't need to trade dating patterns...but just in case girl, watch out for those stalkers.
