Call Me Crazy

Posted by Lucy on 18 October 2009 | 0 Comments

Tags: Dating in Los Angeles

Could it be? Are my eyes deceiving me? It’s none other than Brad the Clooney calling…to invite me to a wedding. A wedding? I mean, I just met him at freaking Short Stop 1 week ago! Is this guy crazy? How weird.

He is sure to emphasize that “it’s no big deal” but he needs a “fun” date for his workmate’s wedding. Is “fun” a euphemism for easy or chubby or solely-friend-territory?

Notwithstanding the fact that it took him more than 5 days to call me (forget the 3 day rule – this dude is taking it to a new level) and the wedding is in 2 days, I stop the perfunctory girl-brain analysis and say “yes, why not.” Besides, I’m not exclusively dating Straight Edge Matt…yet. And, he’ll probably be watching football on Saturday anyway, so I can’t worry.

The wedding is in Malibu, with a reception to follow, and an after-party at The Hideout. Who has an after party for a party? And, at Hideout? Only in L.A.

Before I could blink my fake eyelashes (I’m going to the Abbey with my G.B.F. Johnny tonight), Brad the Clooney tells me that he’ll pick me up at 6 p.m on Saturday. With that, he hung up the phone before I could even ask him why it took him so damn long to call me, or why taking me to a wedding is “no big deal.” I decided to stop worrying about the unimportant, and try to figure out what I will wear to this wedding. Maybe my Herve Leger bandage dress (been lunging at the gym), or maybe a pair of Havaianas and a gold lame’ pantsuit because this wedding is apparently “no big deal.”

I don’t know why, but the “no big deal” comment really irked me. I just wanted to send him a text that read “on second thought, since the [expletive] wedding is “no [expletive] big deal,” you should [expletive] take someone else because I’m a [expletive] “big deal!” After I finally cooled off, I successfully talked myself out of hitting send. I remembered that the no-call/mentally unavailable thing goes with the territory of going on a “no big deal” wedding date with a Bad Boy, like the Clooney guy type.

My phone rang again – this time, it was Matt inviting me for dinner on Friday night at Mastros. Herve Leger bangage dress it is!