Can't Wii All Just Get Along?

Posted by Lucy on 14 October 2009 | 0 Comments

Tags: Sunset Tan, Brentwood, Dating, Los Angeles

So…“we” had so much fun at Q’s on Saturday night! And, there was no cute, button-nosed blonde named Jenny in the “we.” That’s right, it was just me and Straight Edge Matt, and three of his cutest friends (and their respective ambiguously-titled lady friends) watching a marathon of college football games. I hate to sound like a giddy school girl, but Matt looked sooooo cute in his Lucky jeans and Obey shirt (yes, I notice these things!). He was also sooooo nice to his friends, sooooo knowledgeable about football, and sooooo friendly to the waitress…a little too friendly.

I couldn’t sweat it though because I was fully aware that my sensitivity to Straight Edge Matt’s friendliness to the waitress arose from my B.B.S., or Bad Boy Syndrome. You see, in the past, I was addicted to Bad Boys – the type of guy who is a passionate charmer or adrenaline-junkie that all women love to hang around (and on). Unfortunately, the Bad Boys of boyfriends past lived up to their reputations, and passion often translated into cheating, lying, emotional f-ed-up-ness, failures to call [did I mention that my Clooney named Brad from Short Stop never called? Surprise, surprise] or all of the above.

Hence, my paranoia.

But, I’m on the path to recovery, and Straight Edge Matt is just the rehab that I need! No tattoos. No motorcycle. No psycho-exes (or currents). No drama. Just a good ole’ guy next door!

After one too many Rasmopolitans and an interlocking-arm-walk up Barrington, “we” ended up at Matt’s Brentwood pad. I chatted up with the other ladies, while the guys bonded over Wii tennis and other man things. Not too soon after I joined the game, two (very attractive female) neighbors with beers in tow came a-knockin’ at Matt’s door.

“Hi Matty!”

Um, did she just call him Matty? WTF! Who are these girls!

“Nice to meet you. We’re Matty’s neighbors, and thought we’d join the party!”

Stay calm, Lucy. Don’t let B.B.S. kick in.

“Great to meet you too! Can I help you with these?” And with that, I helped the Olly Twins (shout out to Sunset Tan) stack the beers in the fridge.

“Thank you, Lucy.” I soon felt reassurance by way of Matt’s muscular arm wrapping around my waist, and his perfect lips meeting mine. I’m one step closer to my recovery.