So, before I went to Ohio, I knew there were a few guys who wanted to see me while I was in town. I carefully worked out a schedule so that I would get to see them but still have time to spend with the family and the girlfriends.

Things didn't go according to schedule ... but I'm definitely not complaining ...

I was planning on calling Trapper John the instant I got there, usually around 2am; however, because of nightmarish traffic getting out of Atlanta, we didn't get there until 4am (a 10-hour drive total), and I just had to collapse as soon as I saw a couch. He'd understand ...

The next night, I called Dave who I've mentioned before. We had a couple of makeout sessions previously, he has stood me up once because he was too drunk, our thing to do when we do hang out is watch Cheaters, he constantly promises he'll come to Georgia to visit (and then never does), then suggests over and over that I move back to Ohio. That's basically how our relationship works.

I went over to his place where we watched a movie. And then made out. As we were making out, he said, "Move back."
I said, "Nooo, you move to Georgia."
A month previous he had said he was moving down after school. Now, it looked like he wasn't going to finish school, so he needed a new excuse for why he couldn't move down. It was: "I couldn't survive if I couldn't watch every Ohio State game."
"I'll give you something better than Ohio State games."
"Nothing is better than Ohio State games."
I detached myself from him. He complained a little when I did, but his lame excuses took any interest I had in kissing him out of me. It's not even so much that I wanted him to move. I wasn't even sure if I was really all that attracted to him anymore ... but don't guys tell girls whatever they want to hear to continue getting what they want?

The next day, I text messaged Trapper John who wrote back that he had an accident with a knife while at work and was spending his evening in the ER, so I had a quiet Sunday night in.

Monday night, Valerie so kindly invited me out with some of her guy friends from high school. I am definitely envious of the relationship she has with those guys. They are all so close and a lot of fun.

The one who doesn't quite fit in is JJ. He's attractive ... and he knows it which makes him slightly pompous. During dinner, he and I got into it a little bit about how the girl he was making out with could possibly be doing so just because she was on the rebound. He couldn't accept this as a possibility.

I didn't mean to, but I thought I pissed him off, so I stayed out of his way until we went to the pool hall where he motioned for me to do a shot with him. I walked over there, slightly wasted already anyway. He handed me a shot and we held our glasses up.

"What should we drink to?"
"How about ... to being hot?"
"To you then," he said, knocking it back.
"And to you," I responded, slightly suprised.

As everyone prepared to leave, JJ and I decided we wanted to stay out.
"Well, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"Makeout."
When he didn't respond right away, I was on the verge of humiliation. He was looking at me in shock. "Just throwing it out there--" I started to say.
"Okay, let's go," he finally said.

As we were making out, all I heard was how amazing I was, how cute my smile was, and how good of a kisser I was. I didn't care if it was the alcohol ... a guy who I perceived to be self-centered, was telling me how cute I was.
"I've wanted to kiss you since that party you had two years ago," he said. I knew there was something going on there at that party!

I left the next morning at 4am to go to Cleveland, realizing once I drove onto the highway that I had forgotten to leave my phone number with him. We didn't make it out again before we had to go back to Atlanta.

I blew Dave off the rest of the week and Trapper John did not heal in time to hang out (now he is promising to come to Georgia for a visit).

Great trip. Followed by another great trip to Savannah the next weekend ...