A Good Sport
I had just broken it off that morning with my boyfriend of a few months. I was feeling down about it, but had already committed to attending the Bulls game that evening with seven of my fun girlfriends. In any event, the Bulls were killing the Pacers that night and it was only pre-season so, needless to say, we spent the majority of the time in the main bar in the United Center watching baseball playoffs.
There were a group of boys that were there for pretty much the same amount of time we were. One of them finally got up the nerve to come and talk to us and he chose me (though I think it was because I happened to be the nearest one to him). He was nice enough but I wasn’t really interested, just having polite conversation. After a while his buddy shouted to him at the other end of the bar, asking if he needed another one. The boring boy said yes and, since the other boy asked me as well, I also said yes, thanked him and signaled that I would get his next one (to which he laughed and said it wasn’t necessary).
When the boy came over and gave Boring and I our drinks we began chatting. He was much cuter and more charming than his buddy so I was happy to indulge in witty sports related rhetoric with him for a bit. After discovering that I was also quite the knowledgeable sports fan he asked if I would ever want to go to a game with him sometime this season, as his parents have amazing season tickets (4th row center behind the visitor’s bench). I had already mentioned said breakup earlier in the conversation and said that I didn’t really want to date right now, but would love to go to a game at some point. He immediately set my mind at ease by saying he had tickets to the following Thursday’s game, so I could bring a girlfriend and he’d bring someone as well. “It will be like four friends going to see a basketball game, not a date.” So, I obliged and was proud of myself for meeting someone so nice so soon after my recent relationship demise.
Fast forward to game night. Just for the sake of this story I’m giving this guy a nickname. He liked to name drop a little too much and bragged about a few things that were unnecessary, so let’s just call him Braggy.
Braggy texted me earlier in the week saying that we should all meet at a bar at 6:30 for dinner, as they have a shuttle that transports you to and from the game. My friend that I was bringing with met, WJ, also thought it was a good idea. She and I decided to meet for a few drinks right after work and then cab it over to meet the boys.
When Braggy and his roommate, DeafMute, showed up they immediately ordered a round beers, a round of shots, and a round of mini-cheeseburgers for us to all consume. They didn’t understand that we had already had two strong drinks at happy hour and a beer at the place. We tried declining the shots but to no avail. (Sidebar: I call his roomie DeafMute because I think he literally spoke 15 words the entire evening – and that was only because we asked him direct questions that we had to repeat on more than one occasion for them to register with him.) On our way out the door they proceeded to order four more shots, at which point we vehemently refused, forcing them to do the only logic thing in their minds: take two each! Great, I think we’re all caught up now, boys.
When we got to the game we immediately took our seats as the 2nd quarter was well under way. The seats were indeed amazing so I was pumped and ready to be sweated on by the opposing team. I was thoroughly enjoying myself thus far. Despite there being no love connection between DeafMute and WJ, Braggy and I were having a great time chatting and getting to know one another (though I missed my ex and was texting him during the game, oops). Plus WJ was just happy to go to the game with me and was being a good sport (pun intended) about the whole situation as she wasn’t expecting a set-up anyway.
The four of us began discussing what bar we should go to after the game and the conversation went something like this:
Braggy: We do live just around the corner from here so we could all go back to our place. It’s kinda like a bar because we have everything you could ever want to drink, plus we can smoke up.
Me: (while giggling to WJ): Um, what about us says “we do drugs and we want to do them with you guys at your apartment?”
WJ: Yeah, WTF? Let’s just go someplace fun we all like.
DeafMute: (blank stare)
Braggy: Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought if you guys were into that, we have some or whatever…
Me: It’s ok, you didn’t know. But now you do, so let’s figure out somewhere fun, in public, to go.
DeafMute: (dead silence)
Braggy: Sounds good, we’ll figure something out (insert 1,000 watt smile and wink here).
(I mean, who brings up drugs on a first date???)
After that weird little scene played itself out, it was halftime. WJ and I were to meet a girlfriend of ours at the same bar we’d met the boys at a few days earlier – she also happened to be at the game. After the boys bought us a round they left to go to the mens’ room quickly (and I thought it was just girls who went in pairs, who knew?) I would say that a solid 20 minutes passed before we began to wonder how long the line could possibly be because the boys were still not back. After a few moments of confusion we came to the conclusion that they must have told us to meet them back at the seats in a few minutes; surely they didn’t just leave us at half time at a Bulls game, right?
We returned to our seats to find them empty so, of course, we sat down and enjoyed the rest of the game while telling our neighbors around us (those that would listen anyway) about how our dates totally ditched us mid-game. I tried Braggy’s phone a few times but it went straight to voice mail. After awhile we thought it would be funny to send him a text and I think it went something like this:
“Sorry we didn’t want to do drugs with you guys, hope you’re having fun wherever you are. Thanks for the sweet tickets!! xoxo TK and WJ.” Nothing was sent that night in response.
Still beyond baffled and wanting to know happened to our Princes Charming, I texted Braggy the next morning one last time saying:
“Don’t you at least owe me an explanation?”
Three hours later, at around 1:45 in the afternoon, he sent me this gem:
“Just got out of jail. I feel terrible. Will call you when I can.”
Just to be clear, he never called to further explain the situation. I have zero clue why they were arrested or if that is even the truth and can only speculate as to what happened. Maybe they tried to buy drugs from an undercover cop; maybe they tried doing drugs in the bathroom and got caught?
After all was said and done, I got back together with the ex for a short while, as he looked pretty good after that night…