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Here for the Party

It was so nice to get out. Danny was there. I was happy to see him. Lynn invited him over to sit with us. This made me happy. I had the biggest crush on Danny 12 years ago. Goodness we were just kids then. He is married now and has a couple of kids. He looks old now, I suppose I do too. He is still fun. We have a very similar since of humor.

Lynn and Tim had an affair that lasted about 3 years. At the party, Debbie actually introduced the two of them to each other. Danny and I looked at one another at the exact same time. “Yeah,” I said- “they’ve met.” Danny laughed “I believe they may even know one another in the biblical sense.”

Every time Lynn was distracted by someone else Danny and I would talk. Lynn has to dominate every conversation. She actually admitted to a group of complete strangers that her husband had an affair with her best friend- that used to live next door to them. And she would have been really mad at him, but she was having an affair with that guy over there at the time.

Danny and I sat to the side making fun of her. Honesty among strangers- gotta love it. Danny works with my cousin Dale - most of my family works for the company. He told me that Dale speaks very highly of me. I was shocked. I find that hard to imagine, I told him. He assured me that it was true. (Dale and I have a difference of opinion on how I live my life. Dale thinks I should be married and have kids and be working a job where I make less money than he does. I think as long as I am not breaking the law or hurting anyone- Dale doesn’t get to have an opinion on how I live my life.)

I explained that I was the only one in our family in my department- therefore, anything that goes wrong- I am the bad guy. Danny said he had a hard time imagining me being the bad guy. He is so sweet. It reminded me why I liked him so much so many years ago. Danny always had such an unrealistically high opinion of me. And he always seemed to really believe it. Danny, Joey, Mark, Rob, Nick, Tiny- I can name several men that I have been close to throughout my lifetime that thought so highly of me.

It always feels so strange, when you run into someone that thinks far more of you- than you think of yourself. An optimistic part of me hopes that maybe they see something that I don’t see. The realistic part of me thinks that they really don’t know me and are just trying to be nice. And then there is the pessimistic side of me that thinks they want something. One of the reasons I am not a dog person. I never trust anyone or anything that is that happy to see me- they are either plotting on me- or they are stupid.