And so, I'd learned the night before that our beer tub girl is this girl CG knows, who she used to work with, then used to work for, and who's had some truly fucked up relationship stuff with one of CG's best friends. These two (the girls) had some horrible falling out too, as it turns out. So they saw each other Thursday, but didn't speak. Last night, Beer Tub Girl (who I once waited like 20 minutes for after my shift to escort to her car, since it was blocks away and, y'know, afterbar time) asks if I need a ride home.

Nah, 'cause I just walk home. Are you sure, she says. Yeah, I'm okay, says I. But really, because she could just give me a ride?

"... well, are you leaving now?"

So, I end up stuck for like an hour talking to her and another one of the security guys, who asked for a ride to his car as we were leaving. It was kind of irritating to me, because her car actually no closer than his, just in a different direction. Then once we got to his car, they just wouldn't shut up. I wanted to be polite and social and all, but really I was just irritated because I could have been home a lot quicker and easier if she'd just let me walk.

Plus, I'd told CG I'd call her after work, because we'd been hanging out all day before -- you know, dinner together and all that. So I did call her, and told her about how her old friend seemed suddenly much warmer towards me (she did). This only pissed CG off, because she was sure this was just some fucked-up chick competition thing -- you know, steal the man of your enemy, or whatever. I don't know, I don't know BTG very well at all, she does seem kind of fucked up but I just haven't personally experienced her to be as fucked up as CG has.

So anyhow, after about an hour of talking on the phone, where I'm really just exhausted and irritated after the night at work, CG asks if I'd like to come over and cuddle as we fall asleep. And you know, even exhausted and in poor mood -- yeah, seemed a good idea to me.

And much in the way that these things tend to go, the exhaustion was pretty much gone once we were in bed. Ain't that just how it is?

Well, long story short -- this ended up being a much more fun night than we've been allowed of each other before. One minute we're trying to sleep, then we're making out, then we're separated while we get ahold of ourselves -- um, then we pretty much gave up on that whole getting hold of ourselves thing altogether. It's weird, because it did seem kind of completely out of the blue, but it also didn't seem particularly shocking at all...

Hm, you know, I'd actually just written out probably way more details to it all than any of you would ever really need. Suffice to say there was passion, tenderness, and clumsiness that were all quite fitting for first time lovers. And that a fine time was had by all.