12/16/2007

Soap Opera Sunday, Episode 9


Yay! It's Soap Opera Sunday! You can find more soapy stories at the fabulous Thalia's Child. Many thanks to Soapy founders Brillig and Kateastrophe for starting this great tradition. To catch up on my previous episodes, check out the following links:

Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6

Episode 7
Episode 8

The party was on a very hot Saturday night in July. It was meant to be a simple backyard barbecue, but between the alcohol and the huge crowd it had a bit more in common with a frat party. Which was fine with me, acting completely immature on my thirtieth birthday seemed somehow appropriate.

Martin was the first of "my boys" (as Mimi and my other girlfriends took to calling them) to arrive. And even though I had specified no gifts, he brought me a mix CD he had made. Which was sweet, because the whole time we were dating he always seemed to be making CDs, but never for me. Pleased, I read the friendly message inside and glanced over the songs. Most of them were songs he knew I liked (Abba, the Sopranos theme) but some seemed to be about unrequited love. I remember thinking, that's strange. What an odd choice. Then I got distracted by other people and forgot about it.

As the other boys arrived (MG the most recent ex, Foster the almost, John the new potential, Scott's friends the flirts), I began to find the whole situation incredibly amusing (okay, a few beers may have helped). The guys nodded to each other and then gravitated toward whichever one of my friends they had liked best. MG had an advantage because some of his own female friends were at the party too. I cheerfully circulated, when not doing birthday shots.

I mostly ignored the boys, dancing around the patio and cheering on the volleyball players.

MG and I spent a lot of time staring at each other, though. The night before he had taken me out to dinner and declared his feelings and regrets over breaking up. He had said things like, "You're the most amazing woman I've ever known," and "I'll never hurt you again." I had said I needed to think about it. So while I drank and laughed and danced, I assessed my romantic options.

At one point I wound up sitting next to John. We made small talk. Martin drifted to a seat nearby. Then Foster did. Finally, MG sat in the chair on my other side. We were all basically in a circle. Two of my friends walked by, glanced around the circle and then walked away giggling. No help from that front. The five of us had an awkward conversation. Foster thought the situation was hysterical, so he kept saying semi-inappropriate things to me just to watch the others react. John thought he was hitting on the birthday girl and couldn't seem to understand why these other guys were hanging around. Martin made snide comments that could have been construed as insults but weren't obviously rude. MG was quite but attentive - getting me more beer without being asked, etc.

John soon moved on to greener pastures (which was good, as his obsession with his pet snake had begun to disturb me). Then Foster spotted a young blond and moved on as well. Martin left the party right after that, claiming that he was tired. He hugged me good-bye and reminded me to enjoy the CD. I paused and looked at him, giving him a chance to mention the significance of the songs. He didn't.

So I was left with MG. He was so sincere and sweet. I was weak (and drunk). We got back together.

That time it lasted for three months.

Martin came over to console me the day after.

6 comments:

~SUV Mama~ said...

I have a love/hate with SOS. I need more! MORE!! :) Sounds like a fun birthday party. :)

Canadian flake said...

wowzers I can't wait to see what comes of all this...what a busy romantic past you seemed to have had...which of course is GREAT for SOS stories.

thanks for sharing...hope you don't mind if I stay and check out some more of your posts.

Leslie said...

Wow, Jerseygirl! This really is a drama. Excellent SOS. You've got me wanting more every week!

Jan said...

ah, the good ole days... drama, drama.... LOL I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore. I can't wait until next week.

Jan said...

ah, the good ole days... drama, drama.... LOL I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore. I can't wait until next week.

Canadian flake said...

wowzers I can't wait to see what comes of all this...what a busy romantic past you seemed to have had...which of course is GREAT for SOS stories.

thanks for sharing...hope you don't mind if I stay and check out some more of your posts.