Wildcatting Around

Do you remember back during the NCAA tournament when I met two very drunk young men, Greenie and Shane? They were the ones who had been indulging in Irish/Catholic car bombs.

All.
Day.
Long.

I honestly never expected to see either of them again. But, low and behold, they showed up at the next UK game. We chatted again, this time they were more likely to remember it since they hadn't consumed their weight in car bombs, nor eaten all the fruit from the moonshine. We exchanged numbers since they live close to my friend Em and I promised I would try to get them some moonshine the next time I went home.

And once again that was that. I figured they would fade into the recesses of "the people I've met in bars" part of my brain that is always a little cloudy.

But that was not to be.

Em called just before the epic Louisville vs. UK game to tell me we had been invited to a post-game party.

"Awesome! Where? Will there be cute guys there?"
"Greenie and Shane. Super close to my house. We'll head over after the game."
"Perfect. They are cute. They've probably got some cute friends."

So post the UK victory, we headed over to Greenie and Shane's where the crowd was predominately Kentuckians and the only non-Kentuckians were non-LA natives that came from amazing places like Pittsburgh and Cleveland. Everyone was rocking UK gear. I didn't have to explain what it meant when I said "Even a blind pig finds an acorn."  No one asked me say words with lots of vowels in them. We played Kings and Ride the Bus. There was plenty of bourbon and some Coors Light. No one wanted to go to a club or was wearing sequins.

Everyone was happy to sit and drink on a patio.
It was like being back in Lexington.
And I loved it. All that was missing was moonshine and a slice of Goodfellas pizza.

As the night wore on and the alcohol blurred the edges of the evening Em and commiserated about the quality of eligible bachelors in Southern California. She and I have pretty different taste in men, but we could agree that Shane and Greenie were pretty cute, even if they still seemed to be in frat boy mode. And honestly, I'm kind of going through a frat-girl stage of my own so who am I to judge?

"Greenie really is more my type, but I'm not sure I am his." Em said. "But Shane is pretty cute. He has nice lips, I bet he is a good kisser."
"Greenie is your type? Really? He seems like a used car salesman to me. Nice. But I'm suspicious as to why he's so nice. Shane is more my type. Tall. Sweet. Likes bourbon. I like the tall thin guys. I guess it is my hope that my children get some height from their father, because they wont get it from me." I chuckled.
"You should kiss Shane. He seems kind of into you."
"I already have so many boyfriends. I can't really add another right now."
"No one says you have to date him."
"Why don't you go kiss him." I suggest.
"Okay. Maybe I will."

And a few minutes later Em comes back reporting that she has, in fact, smooched Shane, and that, "You should too. He's a great kisser. We were right about the good lips."
"Haha. I might. Even though it will be sloppy seconds."

As the night wore on and the crowd started to thin out I found myself on the patio with Shane. Thanks to being on the losing end of Ride the Bus I was far more intoxicated than I meant to be.

"You know, you are a really smart girl. You've made the right decisions." Shane said.
"I don't know about making "the right decisions", but I have made the decisions that are right for me. And that has made all the difference."
"Well, I'm really glad I met you. You're exactly who you are. I feel like there is no pretense with you. You're the kind of girl I want to fall in love with."
"You don't know me. I could be pretending all over the place."
"Maybe. But I don't think you are."

And then we were kissing. And boy was Emily right. He does have good lips.