I had high hopes for the evening. At first, everything was going perfect. I looked good in my new jumper. He seemed happy to see me. We were talking/joking around with each other. And more importantly, I was going to eat a hamburger! Yes, I could tell the evening was going to be fun.
Uh Houston...we have a problem!
Blogger World, I have no idea what happen when we arrived to the BBQ. The talking/joking around with each other dwindled down. At one point, we weren't even talking to each other. Instead he was playing on his phone, and I was watching a six year old lean back in a Buzz Light Year chair. I'm dead serious. Of course, I couldn't talk to others at the BBQ because I didn't know them, and neither did Pistol Pete. I tried to engage in conversation with one girl, but she looked at me like I had two heads. Maybe it wasn't that bad, but she didn't seem overly friendly. After some painfully awkward silences, someone at the BBQ suggested moving locations for a better view of the fireworks. I jumped up so fast I got a headache. I was ready for a change of scenery. Sidenote: I had been sitting still for over 2 1/2 hours. Have you guys met me? I don't sit still for 2 1/2 hours.
When we arrived to our new location, the local park, I was pleasantly surprised to see a band playing. The band was a God send because now Pistol Pete and I had something to talk about, and we did talk. It wasn't a ton of communication but there was communication in between songs. I was just starting to get comfortable again when Pistol Pete looked at me and said....I see my friends over there, I'm going to go talk to them real quick.
Poof...he was gone. Wait these aren't your friends? Who the crap am I sitting behind?
So there I am, in my cute jumper, sitting with a random group of people I did not know. I tried to be cool and enjoy the music, but all I could do is review my childhood to see if I did something bad as a youngster; because surely God is punishing me! To be fair, Pistol Pete was only gone for about 5 minutes, but it seemed like eternity.
When Pistol Pete arrived back, things turned up. Mostly, because I saw an old high school friend and decided to go chat with her. Hey, if he can leave me, I can leave him. To be fair, I was gone longer. But before you get mad, he was talking to someone while I was gone. It worked out fine. Besides, at this point I had been sitting in a lawn chair for about 4 hours. I needed to move around.
The rest of the evening was good. The firework show was fantastic. Really, Hometown USA can put on a show. Pistol Pete and I did talk more, to each other, and I ate a cookie before the firework show. The last half of the evening was fun.
At the end of the evening I was beyond confused. Is he into me? Is he annoyed with me? Do I look stupid in this American Eagle jumper? I knew I shouldn't have worn it.
I decided the only way for clarity is to test the waters. I threw out my plans for 4th of July and invited him to come. He said yes. Good sign.
Blogger World, this took place on Saturday evening. I have not heard from him since Saturday evening. SO it can be assumed that the second date, was probably the last date.