UPDATE: Toga Party Date Watch
Standing around in a group with MC and his crew plus Skinny Gal, we were talking work until MC brought up the party, again mentioning how horrid he looks in a toga. Okay, I was pretty surprised he brought this up in front of his crew, but I decided to play it like I've been playing it with Chris this week - bawdy.
The day before, I actually offered to sleep with Chris if he went to the party with me. He smirked and said something about forgetting about the party and just having sex. I smiled and said that something had to be in it for me. In spite of my very generous offer, he strongly (as opposed to politely) declined.
So, back to today - MC says he's not exactly saying no - but he might have a conflict, someones birthday (and from the undercurrent and the mention of a "she", I figure she's gotta be someone he's schtupping, but who am I to judge?). I teased him that this conflict never came up before - before the mention of togas... What does a gal have to do to get a man to wear a friggin' toga???? Dinner, meat, drinks, blow jobs... Yeah, I went there - right in front of everybody. Since I swear like a sailor, I decided no reason to change me because I may have a thing for MC. Nope, if I'm gonna channel Atia, I'm not going to back down.
Although, as the conversation went on and on and on, I began to feel a heavy weight. I was, basically, begging. Part of me just couldn't understand what the big deal was about wearing a toga. The other part of me hated the idea of showing up to yet another event alone.
The upshot was something about MC having skinny legs found out when he wore a gladiator outfit a couple of years back. Ah huh, so what was the big deal about wearing a toga; one I might add that I was going to make sure was long? Halloween he says. This is not Halloween. No, this is waaay more important than Halloween. This is the guy that I loved and pined over for years and I'm going to be in his house where his beautiful wife and charming children live! This is about my whole self portrait! This is about teenage Ndel finally being put to rest. Yeah, this is waaay more important than Halloween could ever be!
In a nutshell, I still don't have a definitive no from MC, but I'm not hopeful. Tracy says I should focus on the fact that he said yes. It's the whole toga thing that's mucking it up. Don't remind me. I know it's the toga. Chris would have said yes but for the toga. Now, same holds true for MC.
On the ride home, I reached the end of my rope when I remembered that not only were married people that I went to school with 20 years ago going to be there, but also contemporary colleagues too! I had completely forgotten that since he Brady (the Crush) now works in my industry, people from his company, many whom I've known for years, will mostly likely be there as well. And then it hit me.
I REALLY CANNOT GO TO THIS EVENT ALONE.
Can you say "LOSER"?
That would mean not going at all.
One of MC's crew members asked me where the party is going to be held. I realized that I didn't really know. So, I when I got home, I Google mapped the house (and yes, I love Google). It's pretty far for MC - he lives in Santa Clarita and the party is going to be in Los Alamitos. For you folks who aren't in Southern California, that's like 60 miles plus; an arduous ride even for us freeway loving Angelenos. I decided that I would tell him that the distance is too great for a late night drive home; he's off the toga hook completely.
So in short DRs, I, most likely, will not attend the party by myself. This is hard for me - as most people obsess over their high school reunions, this party is such for me. I'm torn. I'm disappointed. I hate the idea that a theme stands between me and a little ego revenge. I can't believe Brady's excluding me! It's the 9th grade all over again.
But, on the bright side, I did ask three men out this week and two said yes. That's something, isn't it?