Unnecessary Drama, Awards, and Three Cheers for Getting the Heck Out of Dodge

So how's that for a long-winded title? Alright all 10 of my loyal readers, I'll get straight to business.

First and foremost, I am absolutely delighted, thrilled, and flattered that one of my posts was selected for the 20 Somethings Blog Carnival II: Firsts. Way back in the day (OK, or a month or so ago) I wrote about the first time I got schnockered. If you haven't read the tale, I urge you to do so, because apparently it's quality material or rather quality enough to get chosen.

So hooray! Very, very excited about that.

Next order of business (why am I treating this post like a freaking office meeting? Because I slept for 5 hours last night, and because I can. Harumph):

I am getting out of this country. Tomorrow. I'm leeeavvvving, on a jet plane, and I sure as hell don't know when I'll be back again. OK, that's a lie. I'll be back in action on Tuesday. But....you never know. Mayyyybe there will be a horrible accident with my ticket and somehow it will get lost. Then we'll all play "Where in the world is Kayleigh?" as I travel the globe until my $7,000 credit card line runs out and they [read: THE MAN] catch on to me.

But I am all kinds of excited to be in Roma, Italia in a mere 48 hours. The excitement is [nearly] killing me. I've never been, and I have all sorts of fun things planned with my cohort, Courtney. I doubt we will sleep. Hopefully we shall amass a barrage of good stories to tell. So get excited for me, OK? Wow, am I demanding this afternoon.

Ahem.

And I elected to save the best for last. The latest series of unnecessary drama in my life.

There is this French guy [Ed. note: NOT Frenchie from the Le Passage night. Just wanted to make that clear. OK, go on.] that I "dated" when I was a Freshman in high school. He was born in Nice, France, and lived there until he was 12 until his 'rents up and moved to the IL. Of course he is fluent in the language, and our relationship consisted of him whispering French words into my ears (he could have been saying that he hated me and that I smelled like cabbage for all I know), meeting up at his locker before and after school, and making out in the bushes at various fiestas that seniors threw. You know, totally juvenile. So he didn't make the Ex's Series list. Why am I full of back stories today? Moving on.

Anyway, his name is Adrien, and we've stayed good friends since high school. He lives with his girlfriend in Nashville and sometimes comes to Chicago on business. When he does, he calls me and we get together and hang out. Last time he was here in February, he took me out to a phenom super nice dinner at a swanky Italian restaurant by my house and visited my apartment afterwards. He later told me that his girlfriend was really mad about the incident. She's never met me, so I can understand. Plus the thought of my boyfriend going to some random city and going out to a plush dinner [and paying for it no less] with some broad that I didn't know would make me react accordingly. Why? Because I am a girl and because I can.

So anyway. He texted me out of nowhere last night saying he was in town, in the area, and really wanted to come see me. I told him I was packing and super busy [true] trying to give the hint. Didn't work.

Adrien mosied on over to my place of residence around 9 p.m., just when I was starting to feel the tugs of sleep on my weary eyes. But no matter, it was hang out time. So we talked on my couch and had a grand old time (I really do enjoy seeing him. He's a really fun and sweet guy.) until SHE called. She meaning his girlfriend. The one who wants my head in a FedEx box Gwyneth Paltrow "Seven" style.

So he answers and this is what I hear on his end of the conversation:

"Oh, I ate dinner by myself tonight (true statement), and now I'm just unwinding in my hotel and getting ready for tomorrow (clearly this is a lie). What's that? What am I doing? Oh..umm...nothing...I'm just sitting around and stuff. OK talk to you later, bye."

So now I'm sitting on the couch thinking "What the heck? He just LIED to his girlfriend about where he was."

So I flat out asked him what that was all about. He then proceeds to explain that since last time he visited me she got really upset, he wanted to keep this visit with me a secret as to not upset her. I told him lying about being here was a really, really poor decision.

1) Because there's NO REASON to lie! Clearly we are just hanging out, not having an affair.
2) Because it's wrong.
3) Because if she finds out he lied, she will 100% without a doubt think he's cheating on her with me. I mean, how does that look? He's on a business trip in another state, lying about where he is, and then she discovers he's in the apartment of a girl he went to dinner with a month ago (that she doesn't know, and got jealous/upset about.) If I were her it would be pretty near impossible to prove to me that something fishy wasn't going on. The cards are stacked.

So then she texts him saying something like "You were just acting really weird. Whatever. Talk to you later."And he wrote something back. Three minutes later she calls him back. Prior to her calling I told him that he shouldn't have lied and that he should tell her the truth. So when she called he told her that he was with me at my house and was just afraid to tell her because he didn't want her to get mad, blah blah blah. This didn't go over too well. In fact, after he uttered my full name, she hung up on him.

He goes "Wow, that was rude" and called her back and she hung up again. So at this point it was 10 p.m. and awkward so I said, "Well you should probably go call her and take care of this problem" and he's like "Yeah I will, but in like 5 minutes. I want you to finish your story"

So I did and he hugged me and left. And now I'm hoping that everything is fine with the situation, but he's so naive and did it to himself. I told him that the next time they are in town (in two weeks) he should bring her over to my place and then I can meet her (I've always wanted to, they've been dating since January 2006). He acted kind of skittish about it, saying "Oh yeah I wouldn't want to inconvenience you and barge in on your life or anything" and when I assured him it wouldn't be a problem (because hello, it wouldn't) he still seemed reluctant. Then he said something like "Well maybe it would be a good idea if she met you for even 5 minutes or something."

Um, what? So now I'm thinking this girl must PASSIONATELY dislike me. I mean, she hung up on him the minute he said my name. I bet she's harbored some extreme dislike for all things Kayleigh. And hello, I'm a nice person, and I'm not doing anything shady or trying to steal her boyfriend, but she doesn't know that. [Ed. note: "Hey Hey You You I ACTUALLY think I'd like your girlfriend!"--I know. That was unnecessary.]

It's soooo crazy.

On that note, I am off to house a Jimmy John's Hunter's Club complete with Salt & Vinegar chips. Gotta love how it's Wednesday Friday!

Alright, kids. Catch you on the flip side.