moxie (again)

Wow...so A LOT of conversation, a lot of advice, a whole host of things have happened since the weekend. Thanks for all the love and support...thanks all, for looking out for not only me, but DH as well...the Pea appreciates, cuz sometimes her parents can be a little short sighted and silly.

Ok, moving on...I am going to re-post Sunday mornings post...the other one that I deleted, because I am confident that DH won't enter it as any kind of "evidence" that I am in some way unfit or unwell or whatever...and if he does, well, those of you who want to can email me and say "I told you so."

Sunday May 17

moxie

mox·ie
n. Slang
1. The ability to face difficulty with spirit and courage

MOXIE: It's a street-smart spirit that's as old as recorded history, and as new as the rising sun. David had it; Goliath didn't. It's that intangible tangible. You don't learn it in school and you can't get it from a book. It can jump oceans and move mountains. It says, "Make your life what it can be. Take your life wherever it can go."- Compendium, Inc.

Moxie, a carbonated beverage, is considered by some to be the USA's first mass produced softdrink, although both Vernors ginger ale and Hires Root Beer predate it by a decade...it was sold in carbonated form and merchandised as an invigorating drink, which claimed to endow the drinker with “spunk"...The name entered the American language, when a person was said to be “full of Moxie”, meaning that the person was skillful, or spirited. - Wikipedia

Last night I went out with a girlfriend. I was in a bit of a funk, after the whole club deal, but we had planned this night awhile back and she wasn't gonna let me out of it. I'm glad she didn't. Once she and Smash talked me off the ledge and forced me to get my ass off the couch and in the shower, I started to feel better...once I cranked up the tunes and started to get dressed, I was officially out of the funk and ready to go out and have fun.

Well, we just ended up going to a local sports bar/restaurant and sitting together at the bar talking while watching the Braves get DESTROYED, but I looked good, felt even better, and enjoyed being out. As we got up to leave, a guy who had been sitting at the bar near us stopped me, called me over, and complimented me on my dress. It was a pretty damn cute dress. I smiled, said thanks, was flattered, and we headed out. Then it occurred to me, wait a minute...unless he is gay, that may not have been about the dress AT ALL...so I stopped, asked my girlfriend what she thought and her response was "Uhm, no...he probably thought you were cute...go back and talk to him...go on, go back stupid, he was cute!"

Soooo, armed with the confidence of two dirty birds (Grey Goose martinis, straight up, very dirty, 3 olives) I walked back to the bar and said "Was that really just about the dress or do you want my number?" O.M.G. I have no idea who that woman was, or why she did that, but it felt great. He has my number, he wants to do coffee sometime. I don't know if he will call...honestly, I don't much care, it was more about me, doing something I never would have before, and who knows...

Oh yeah, I got my moxie back.


Update, Monday May 18, 7:30pm: He texted, we are planning to meet Friday for coffee.