Everything’s Coming Up Fiddy’s

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Here’s the evidence picture that I took for the police that we never called. The log is hard to see but I’ve added notes for your viewing pleasure.

Oh and…..I didn’t forget. The Rose story.

I met (for the second time) Sweetlips on April 16th, 2005. The league that he plays on with my brother does a charity hockey game event at our Van Andel Arena once a year and this was that day. After the game we all went out to a local bar and the rest is history with Sweetlips, but so much else was going on that leads us to a very exciting story today. While I was seducing my future husband my twin cousin was off on the other side of the bar chatting it up with a guy that she ran into that she went to college with. As we left the bar TDavid (nickname of cousins friend) invited us back to his friends bitchin loft downtown. Yes, I said bitchin. Because his friend, JByron, thought he was Gods gift to the earth and also moi. It was obvious he had a lot of money and was basically repeating that through out the evening. Even though I had just ran back into Sweetlips, there was no way I was telling JByron that I was remotely single in anyway. He was gross. Gross in a you should automatically love me because I have money way. He was not ugly, and maybe if he had a silver of personality, I don’t know….I might have given him a chance because I was committed to no one.

Oh, where is Sweetlips? He went back to his house. I can’t being going back to my future husbands house the first night we meet now can I?

TDavid and cousin really hit it off. She was really liking him too so as we left we made plans to meet up with them for lunch the next day. The things you do for you friends, no? It was really no big deal, if anything I was getting a lot of laughs in so I didn’t really mind.

The next day at lunch JBryon is disgusting me with his words, “who is this guy, does he have a good job? I could give you anything you wanted, I’ve been to this country and that country and blah blah blah”. Puke. And do not talk about my future husband that way! Okay, so I was jumping ahead but I’m married to him now aren’t I? Basically lying and saying I had a boyfriend was the mature easy way I could get JByron to shut the hell up.

After we clean our plates, JByron proceeds to pull a 50 dollar bill out of his wallet and pick his teeth with it. Seriously.

Hot.

Cousin and I are like, what the hell? Even TDavid is disgusted with his friend at this point.

Lunch is over and we basically carry on with our lives, I’m fine with never seeing JByron again.

Fast forward to November 2005. I had just started my new job, had been there about a month. I get an email from one of the only other girls on our management team that says something to this effect:

Dear Beingmccrary, I know we don’t know each other very well but I have a brother who is single and you are definitely his type. I think he would enjoy meeting you, so if you are not taken, you should meet up with us sometime soon!

Talk to you later,
NH

I reply, sorry I’m taken. And I was, no lies.

Fast forward again to this past Thursday. Thirsty Thursday in case you forgot. Cousin and I arrive at the hall and TDavid is in the band. We are all, hey TDavid, so good to see you, I’d pick my teeth but all I have is a ten! Hahaha. We have laughed about this a lot over the past few run ins. During the second band break Tdavid proceeds to ask me where I work. I tell him. “OH”, he says, “do you know NH?” As a matter a fact I do, she’s the company slutshe’s a nice girl! He tells me she’s a good friend of his but that’s she’s a little crazy. I continue on with my nice comments because if I’ve learned anything in my 30 almost 1 years, it’s to keep my mouth shut. And then he says:

“Well, you know JByron? That’s his sister!”

Whoa didn’t see that coming.

Brain…..starts…..connecting…….putting…….two……oh and…..two together…..my single brother…you are definitely his type…except I don’t pick my teeth with fiddy’s at the dinner table or at all mind you!

“Oh and he’s here!”

Or that coming either.

So, I think he’s the culprit of the rose. Either that or a complete stranger but is’t this story so much better then that? I mean, can you imagine if I wasn’t single when NH asked me to meet her brother, and then in some act of desperation I went to meet up with him without ever seeing a picture and I walked in and he was there? He would have thought it was fate….and I? Would have turned on my heels and ran.

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