So I've been dating Nice Guy for three weeks now. We went camping and I met his cousins on Friday and then went to a house warming party for his other cousins on Saturday night. All the girls I met told me he's a really nice guy and that I was very lucky and they've never seen him so happy, etc. He's a lot of fun and very sociable. It's nice to be with a guy who actually wants to go out and do things. I even went to church with him on Sunday morning. His family isn't one of those intensely religious families though, so that's good.
So on to the good stuff... On Sunday night we were making out on the couch when his parents called and said they were on their way over to fix one of the gutters at his house and something else that I can't remember. They said they'd only be about an hour. So when they got there I spent some time chatting with his mom and his dad checked the oil in my truck and my tire pressure. I could check my oil myself but I'm a little short and require a stool to reach so I don't check it as often as I should. So Nice Guy ended up making some nachos for his parents since they had come over around supper time and he's a nice guy like that. He added jalapenos to them (remember this for later...) and so we all ate off of one big plate and drank beer. His parents left right after and we went back to making out. Up to this point, we had only ever kissed but it's been 3 weeks and even though I really didn't want to pressure him into anything, a girl has needs. Plus I taught him how to kiss and now he's a REALLY good kisser so I've turned him into a torture machine. So without getting into specifics I coaxed him into heavy petting, which turned into under the clothes, which turned into a little more, which turned into holy shit! what is that burning sensation?! Ahh yes, the jalapenos. So a little hand washing and we were back in action. We both ended up very happy, but it was also very late. So I left his place at 11:30 and let's make it clear that I was now tired, plus I was tired from not sleeping all that much for the whole weekend.
This is where my night went to shit. It was a half hour drive home and when I got there I was definitely feeling sleep deprived. I had my overnight bag in the back seat with my dog and then my dog's bag of stuff and his collapsable crate on the passenger's side. So for some reason, I put my truck keys in my purse, left it on the passengers seat, got out, let my dog out and grabbed my overnight bag and then auto locked the doors. Then I went around to the passenger's side and tried to open the door... which, surprise surprise, didn't open. I hate that feeling, the exact point where you wish you were playing a game and could just press restart? The "No!! I didn't mean to do that! Please tell me I didn't actually just do that!! Undo!! Undo!!"
So first I tried breaking into my house, and falling short of breaking a window, I can't break in. Which is slightly comforting but not helpful at midnight when I have to work in the morning. I go back to look at my truck and stare at my keys and cell phones and all contact with those that could help me... Then I remember that my friend who lives down the street has one of my spare keys and that she keeps a spare key hidden in her shed. So I walk down the street to her house, and when I get to her shed, the light is burnt out. So I'm feeling around for her key and finally find it (thank God!) and I break into her house. I should probably mention she's in another province right now visiting her parents. And since I have no phone, I can't call and inform her that I will be breaking into her house. So I'm trying to find my spare key and I looked everywhere, I probably searched for half an hour. She doesn't have a home phone, just uses her cell phone so I can't just call and ask where my key is. Nor can I call my work the next morning from her house to get someone to bring my spare truck keys to me. Then I thought I should use her computer and email her to ask where she had hidden my key. Unfortunately she has a wireless keyboard and the batteries were dead and for the life of me I could not find any in the house. So at almost 1 am I said screw it, I'm sleeping in her bed. I then realized the only clock she has in her house is in the kitchen. So now I don't have an alarm for the morning... So I opened the curtains and figured the sun would wake me up at about 6. I didn't end up sleeping very well because I was afraid I wouldn't wake up because I was already so tired and clearly wasn't going to get enough sleep tonight as it was. I ended up waking up at 6:30, walked to the Doctor's house down the street (him and his wife are really nice to me and invite me to dinner all the time) and knocked on their door and asked to use their phone to call my work where there's an extra set of keys to my truck. They were super nice about it and even gave me breakfast while I waited for someone to be able to bring me my key. I was definitely late for work, but luckily I work at a place where everyone is very understanding. So I guess things didn't end up so horrible, but it was definitely not pleasant.
BTW Nice Guy texted me the next day to say that last night was really hot and he had a lot of fun. I have a feeling I have permanently corrupted him...
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