Ballad Of Cowboy Shane: The Finale

 Later that evening...

 

Shane ended up calling and asking how to get to my house.  I asked him why he wanted to know.

 

He said, "Just tell me..."  So, I did.

 

Now, let me remind you.  I thought the date was called off.  I had started on sorting my laundry and cleaning the house.  My house was a divine mess.

 

"I'll be there in 20 minutes!" he says.  "Wait...Shane....Wait!!!" I reply.  I'm completely freaking out.  The only work that I could think of saying was "F**K"!  I tried calling him back but he didn't pick up.

 

"He can't come over," I thought to myself, "My place is a (BLANKING) mess!!! And, OMG...I'm in pyjamas. I am not ready to go out on a date.

 

I rushed around creating my own brand of havoc trying to prepare the pad for my special impromptu guest.  I never got the place completely clean and I tried right up until I saw the lights and heard the sound of an engine that I am not used to hearing.

 

It was Shane in his SUV.  The seconds it took him to get out of the car seemed like hours.  He parked across the street and made his way toward me.  He looked rather edible in his dark washed denims, casual navy tee and flip flops...(Flip flops???)

 

"Shane, I can't let you in.  My place is a mess."

 

"Chill-chill.  Chill out.  It's OK.", he replied.  Yeah, so I still don't feel any better.

 

"Nooo, I can't.  Why don't we go out and get something to drink?" 

 

"Noooo, just chill.  It's OK...Chill-chill out."

 

Needless to say, Shane came in and brought his bag of goodies.  Yeah, Taco Bell and whiskey and Gatorade?

 

So, we sat in my tiny home and had a great time talking about a whole lot of nothing.  Our language barrier seemed to widen the more he added whiskey to his Gatorade.

 

"Grab me a glass of water...if you please..." he requested.  I come back with a glass of water...half empty.

 

He pours whiskey into the glass, filling it.  "Have a drink", he said.  "You have to chill out, Chi...You have to relax, you know...chill out?"

 

Saying "chill out" was about the only thing that was making much sense as we both became so wasted that we ended up fooling around on my floor.  Well, we did more than fool around.

 

Let's say that the state of Virginia is not the only place for lovers.  I think the combo of sexy accent, sexy guy and watered down whiskey impaired my judgement.  That's one way to look at it or I can just say that I took advantage of the situation, because that's what I did.

 

The next morning we had breakfast and he drove me to work, kissing my hands the entire way there, then as an added bonus, I got to show him off to my co-workers. 

"I like you...I love you...I like you...I love you..."  Shane chants.

 

"Don't say that Shane!  You don't know me.  How can you love me?" I queried while trying to put my hands over his mouth.  For the sake of my own sanity, I didn't want to hear it.

 

"I dunno.  I'm afraid, you know.  I just got divorced a few months ago and....You are so great..." he says.

I didn't know how to respond.  Sure I wanted to hear that he loved me, but right now?  Nope.  I know that was probably hangover talk.

 

I  don't know.  I didn't want him to get all Jerry Maguire with me.   Just liking me because I am available.

 

But he did have me at hello....