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 Friday night the three of us went to Eddies for a "gathering".  We thought a couple of people, but in true Eddie fashion it was at least 50 throughout the night.  He told me that a childhood friend had passed and there was a memorial service set up that friends from out of town were gathering for, so he invited everyone over to his place the night before.  Then his daughter told him to invite us, meaning Doug, Jen and myself so he did.  His new lady friend would be there, and he wanted her to meet everyone.

Well.

We know why he is head over heals - or seemed to be at friendsgiving.  He's......um.......getting some and she knows exactly what to say to stroke the male ego.  Not that he is a dummy, no way, not even close.  BUT he does lead with his pecker.  Like many men i know.

We were a little bit shocked, but them more than me.  I thought she was classy, pulled together, and beautiful white hair.  I liked her outfit.  She looked like a class act.  But.....not very friendly.

She did not move from her seat at the dining room table, where she sat with a glass of wine.  She smiled, she nodded, and that was the extent of it.  Us three didn't know anyone either - it was a big neighborhood reunion and Eddie is the perfect host......He puts out a spread, and he cleans up and replenishes all while having a great time and talking to everyone.  

I thought it was kind of strange that he had her there, and she just sat there.  She didn't help him put food out that people had brought, or greet people as they came in, or help him in literally any way.  But okay, maybe she is shy, or reserved. 

Admittedly, it was a lot of people talking and socializing and she may have been overwhelmed.  I had my security couple with me, so i was free to be myself and make friends with people.  Which is kinda what you are supposed to do at a gathering .......isn't it?  

I am uncomfortable when i see someone who is uncomfortable.  At one point we were setting up tequila shots and i asked her to join us.  She said "oh no, i only drink wine" and i said okay......but i thought she would join us ladies in the fun, even if she was just standing with us.  I said you don't have to drink, come join us.  

Nope.

Jen hated her on sight.  I know this, because i know Jen.  

We were mingling, separately, Doug in heaven due to the amount of bourbons that were present - and I was having a blast.  When we eventually ended up in the living room I asked his lady (yes i know her name) if she would like to join us again, and this time she came and sat next  to me.  AFTER she told Eddie where she was going. 

Eddie is always aware.  We have traveled together several times and we have a good system.  He's very neat and clean and I make the bed when we get up.  We kinda take care of each other, but not in a romantic way.  We are just in tune.  We have a good vibe.  I know that he always knows where i am, what i'm doing and if i'm okay.  And vice versa.  We naturally gravitate towards each other because there is comfort there.  We are safe.

 But she wasn't social.  AT ALL.  and he is VERY social.  She wouldn't have had to say much if she was shy, just be friendly, be present.  Don't just sit there. Help the man for god's sake. 

So that was the first thing i noticed.

I did what i do when she came to sit next to me, and i started joking about the gigantic container of cheese balls that was on the sofa table.  And i made his brother open it. (who i just met) and it turned into a little funny interaction that everyone in the room joined in......just.....you know, socializing.  And she smiled.......and that was that.  When other people started gabbing together again i asked about her children, where she was from, blah blah, all the getting to know you, make you comfortable questions.  And i have to say.........meh.

But this is who Eddie likes so much so.....we like her too.  Thats that.  He came and sat in between us on the couch and she was on him like .........like i used to be around Carlos.  But we were alone, not at a party. She definitely likes her some Eddie.  She wanted to have a whole conversation with him, and just him.  While he was entertaining......

I don't get it. 

Then she ended up leaving early with some excuse.  He said she was supposed to stay the night.   I could tell he was surprised, but didn't seem distressed over it.  That was her first time at his house and he's never been to her house......I told him nothing like trial by fire.  Me being a woman, i think she got into a snit because he couldn't sit with her while he had a HOUSE FULL OF PEOPLE he invited ....duhhhh

His last girlfriend didn't want anything to do with even meeting us.  This one is ........reserved. I don't understand how he picks them.  This one seems very classy, but his last one scared the shit out of me and i only met her once.  She looked at me like i was shit on a shoe.  This one at least smiles.

Whatever.  He assures me he is going on the cruise, that he's not ditching us for a new woman, and also, that we will NOT be separating the bed into two because he likes to snuggle with me.

Okay Eddie.

And literally that is what will happen.  We might not be romantic, or want to be a couple, but the love is there and the comfort.  Plus i'll punch him in the dick if he tries anything.  He's too respectful for that.

sometimes i wish it was different.  That there was more than friendship.  but we just don't connect like that.  Doug and Jen would LOVE it, but they just have to settle with us looking like a couple and not being one LMAO.  Which is why we will probably always be friends.

Life is weird. Men are weird.

Mister is pissed.  I can tell.  just what i need.  

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