Cheers

Before Cas and I started dating, I had three consecutive boyfriend-free years, so this summer has been a genuine shock to the system. I truly haven't been this busy, this scheduled or this occupied in a while.

In my three years of boyfriend-less-ness, I averaged one date per year. I just wasn't that blown away by anyone. I went on a date with a guy. Meh. I went out with a different guy. Meh. Nobody was correct. Nobody was enough to get me off the couch for date number two. Until Cas. 

Cas and I met nearly two years ago. I went to a party at my friend Jerone's house. I talked to Cas all night and instructed him to walk me to my car. He obliged, but he absolutely sucks at taking a hint. I wanted him to call me. No joy. 

We met again at a happy hour Jerone organized some time later. Nothing. Dude had zero game. 

We finally met for the third time at a get together for Jerone's birthday. 

I had already endured a rather full and difficult day when I arrived at Razzoo's. I had been dealing with UIL competition all morning and I had been in God-Forsaken-Waco about two hours before I met Cas for the third time. 

I actually introduced myself. That may have seemed strange since we'd met twice before, but it took me a minute to recognize him. See, Cas got himself a gym membership. He lost a lot of weight in between my first interaction with him and my third shot at Jerone's party. No matter. I was interested in him two years ago, and I'm still down to clown today. I don't know what finally ticked for the two of us. I do know how I got him to call me- and the call itself wasn't what I was after at that moment. 

Everything came down to pocket availability in ladies' pants- or rather the lack thereof. I had to excuse myself from the table so I could go to the ladies' room. Due to rum consumption and pocket size constraints, I placed my (smart?) phone atop the toilet paper dispenser while I went about my business, then I managed to leave my phone there. 

Of course, I noticed this about thirty minutes later.  I panicked a little. Cas valiantly offered to call my number in hopes that I may hear, then locate my phone. Whatta guy... Someone actually turned in my phone to the bartender, and I got it back.

Later on- after I got home- I sent a thank you text to the number that helped me locate my phone, and before I went to bed that night, we had a date on the books. That was in early May, and we have been out on more dates, done more things and had more adventures together in the past three months than I think I have ever had with any boyfriend.

Cas is back at work this week and I go back next week, so the best summer I can remember is wrapping up. 

Cheers! Here's the hurricane I had at Razzoo's just before I finally got Cas to call me. Bottom's up and happy back-to-school, everybody.