i’m glad i gave him a lap dance.

One of Brady’s friends was in Chicago for the weekend because she was interviewing for a job. When he told me this I was nervous and decided that I didn’t want to meet her. Do we all remember what happened the last time I met one of Brady’s girl friends? I didn’t need a repeat of that. But Brady assured me that she (Lindsey) was cool and was excited to meet me. So I said I would.

On Friday evening, I met her briefly before I left to have dinner with Kendra. Lindsey is about 5’8 and with long blonde hair and a really athletic body. She’s one of those girls who doesn’t wear makeup and honestly doesn’t need to (I wouldn’t either if I had her skin). She’s super down to earth. She was already at Brady’s when I got home and greeted me with a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

I must have looked freaked out because she added, “Only good things of course!”

“Nice to meet you too,” I said.

We all small talked for a little bit before Lindsey said, “Well, I know you have plans with your friend. I won’t keep you any longer!”

So I left to get ready. When I got out of the shower Brady was sitting on the bed with something in his hand. He looked up at me and said, “I got you something.”

“You diiiiid? What is it?” I replied.

Brady held out the box to me, almost hesitantly. I saw that it was a David Yurman box so I quickly took it from him.

“What’s this for?” I asked before opening it.

He shrugged. “I just thought you would like it.”

Do boyfriends just randomly get girlfriends jewelry? Brady never has and my first thought was that he must have done something wrong and this was his guilt gift. I eyed him before opening the box.

Brady got me a bracelet, but not the normal cable cuff bracelet that everyone has. It has a bar of tiny little diamonds, a clasp and is a dark gunmetal color. It’s so dainty and cute.

“It’s so pretty. What’s the occasion?” I asked.

“There’s no occasion. I just want you to have it.”

It was weird, but I loved it so I wasn’t going to complain. Brady helped me put it on then I changed my whole ensemble to complement my new bracelet.

I met Kendra downtown. She had been pestering me all week about going to dinner with her on Friday and it was beginning to weird me out. We hadn’t seen much of each other because of her wedding planning and stuff, but she was adamant that we meet Friday evening for dinner.

At first she just wanted to talk about what she still needed to do and who was traveling to the city for the ceremony. Then she said, “I have something to ask you.”

Aha. I knew she was up to something.

“K, ask me,” I said.

“I was wondering if you would be the godmother of my first born child,” Kendra said.

“Kendra, are you pregnant?!” I exclaimed.

“Oh my God, no!” she exclaimed back.

I stared at her with wide eyes.

“I’m not pregnant…yet. But I want to be prepared when it does happen. You’re my closest friend who’s not related to me.”

“That’s actually really sweet.”

“I know.”

“I’ll do it. Let’s think of names!”

“I already have names picked out, Reese.”

“You’re naming it after me, right? It only makes sense.”

Kendra didn’t respond so I guess that means no? Whatever.

After dinner, I went back to Kendra’s to help her with some last minute wedding decorations. She’s DIYing a lot of it which is cute. I got frustrated after about fifteen minutes which was weird because I thought I was a pretty crafty person.

Saturday afternoon was Kendra’s bridal luncheon. Brady woke me up in the morning to go for a run with Lindsey. She had run all the way to Brady’s from her hotel just to run with us. I need that kind of dedication. We ended up running four miles. Four fucking miles. And Brady and Lindsey laughed and talked the entire time. I was basically dying, but after we finished I felt really proud of myself.

When we got back home, I started noticing Lindsey was calling Brady “ARB.” At first I didn’t know what she was saying then I realized it was letters. So I asked her what they stand for.

She laughed and said, “Brady, care to explain?”

“It’s really lame. You wouldn’t understand,” he told me, which was rude.

“How do you know if you don’t explain it?” I shot back. Brady ignored me and started talking to Lindsey about someone they know from back home.

I stormed off to get ready. A.R.B. Any ideas about what it could mean? I bet its something super inappropriate.

Kendra was getting some of her bridesmaids and friends together for a catered lunch and bridal shower. It was honestly really boring, but it was what Kendra wanted so I decided not to try to spice things up.

Earlier in the week, Brady suggested we get shitfaced on Saturday night. I can’t remember his exact words, but he mentioned that Lindsey would be in town and we needed to show her a good time. That wouldn’t be a problem. We invited some people over (mostly Brady’s friends, but also Preston, Kendra and John).

After several glasses of wine, I ended up next to Lindsey, sitting in the chairs on the patio. It was chilly out so we were wrapped in a blanket, wearing Brady’s hoodies.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s so weird to see Brady in such a serious relationship,” Lindsey said.

“Really? Why?” I wanted to know.

“Because… I’ve known Brady forever and he’s always been all about school and work. It’s nice. He deserves a distraction, you know?”

I don’t necessarily appreciate being called a distraction. Our relationship is much more than that. But I just said, “Hasn’t he had some girlfriend before though?” I scrunched up my nose so she would know that I wasn’t impressed.

“Anna? Yeah. She’s one of my really good friends too.”

“Oh.”

Lindsey didn’t look offended that I was obviously about to start talking shit about her friend. She’s continued talking.

“On paper, it made sense for them to be together, but it just didn’t translate in real life. They’re both way too invested in their work, you know?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. I thought of a few things: 1. Who says I’m not invested in my work? I don’t think Lindsey was trying to diss me or anything, but it kind of felt like a diss. 2. I remember when I asked Brady to describe his parents to me he said that they are both very invested in their work. So I bet he and Anna’s relationship was a lot like his parents’. Ew. He’s pretty damn lucky that I came along. “What’s Anna like? Brady won’t tell me anything.”

Lindsey looked surprised that I wanted to know about Anna. But she still said, “Anna is cool. Her parents are missionaries-”

“Really?” I cut in, surprised.

“Yeah, but she’s not religious at all.”

“Oh.”

“She does medical research in New York. She’s a genius.” Lindsey laughed. “Anna and Brady are both ridiculously intelligent. That’s probably why they didn’t work out. They were way too smart for each other.”

I laughed, only because Lindsey was. Brady and I will obviously never have that problem.

“Brady has told me nothing but great things about you though,” she went on.

Now I was interested. “Like what?”

“He thinks you’re hilarious. He even went as far as to say you’re one of the funniest people he knows,” Lindsey said.

Me?”

“Yeah! And I said, ‘I must meet her then!'”

I beamed. Obviously I think I’m hilarious, but I didn’t think anyone agreed. Plus when Brady tells me I’m funny, I feel like he’s being sarcastic.

Lindsey told me other things he’s said like that I’m beautiful and that I’m fun and that I make his life fun. Isn’t that cute? She didn’t tell me anything too deep though which makes me believe that Brady only tells her pretty superficial stuff. Maybe because she’s friends with his ex too and she will probably tell Anna everything.

After everyone left I dragged my genius boyfriend into bed and we did kinky shit all night. I wonder if Anna was boring or super freaky in bed. I should have asked Lauren.

On Sunday (yesterday), I was forced to go to the Cubs game with Brady, Lindsey and a few of their friends. I hate sporting events, but I don’t mind the pregame. The game started around 1 PM so we woke up and got breakfast then hit up some bars in Wrigleyville. I fucking hate Wrigleyville. Way too many drunk idiots. So I just drank until I forgot where I was. I can’t remember much of the game, but I remember complaining a lot because I was bored and couldn’t even really use my phone. I even laid my head on Brady’s lap for a while and napped. He wasn’t thrilled about that. But at least I won’t get forced to go to a baseball game again.

I was reminiscing and found my blog post from the night when I first met Brady. Does anyone remember that? I was literally in love with him from the moment I saw him (and then proceeded to get drunk and humiliate myself). It’s so funny how life works and that Brady even gave me a chance after I gave him a lap dance in the bar the first night I met him. Someone on Twitter asked if I ever asked Brady why he didn’t get my number that night and I realized I hadn’t. I’ve asked him what he thought of me when he first met me and if he was always interested in me and stuff like that, but I hadn’t asked why he didn’t get my number (although I can probably guess). So last week, I asked.

“Do you remember the first night we met?” I asked him. We were sitting on the couch on Thursday night and Brady was massaging my legs.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied.

“I was a shitshow, wasn’t I?”

“You weren’t too bad. You were fun.”

“Like I literally gave you a lap dance in the middle of a bar.”

Brady laughed. “Yeah. You did.”

“Is that why you didn’t get my number?” I wanted to know.

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you ask me for my number?”

“After you gave me a lap dance?”

“Yeah!”

“Uh, because…” Brady looked around like he was trying to think of an answer.

“Did I scare you away?” I asked.

“No, I just assumed that’s what you did with guys and I wasn’t anyone special.”

My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me? You thought I was some slut?”

“No! Kinda. I don’t know. I thought you were a tease or something.”

I wanted to smack him across his face. That’s so fucking rude. He must have seen the rage in my face because he added, “And then I realized you weren’t and that you were cool. I was really intimidated by you at first.”

I crossed my arms and turned my head away from him, pouting. I know I can’t even be mad that he thought that about me because I’m the one who put myself out there like that. But still.

Brady grabbed my face and turned it toward him. “I never would have thought we would be here after that. I’m glad you decided to give me a lap dance.”

I smiled and hugged him. I guess I’m glad I decided to give him (and not Chris, the horror!) a lap dance too!

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16 thoughts on “i’m glad i gave him a lap dance.

  1. lbermont says:

    aw, Kendra asking you to be godmother is so sweet. That means a lot πŸ™‚

    I don’t think Lindsey was trying to imply that you’re not dedicated, I think she was trying to say in a really diplomatic way that maybe Anna and Brady were both workaholics, and never took time for their relationship, and maybe that’s why you and Brady are better together.

  2. Agreed! Brady needed someone to help him find his work life balance and you really seem to have that. You work hard but know how to have fun. Something tells me Brady isn’t good at having fun on his own, and his ex was probably the same way. I think Lindsey was just trying to tell you that you’re good for him!

  3. Lesley says:

    A few months ago you said you and Brady don’t have an adventurous sex life and now you said that you guys are kinky. What do you mean by kinky? I’m not trying to be perverted I’m just curious.

  4. C says:

    Hi! First off, I had a really elaborate dream about you this weekend. I can’t remember the specifics, but it was great. Second only to the dream I had on Friday night about eating Cheez-Its and Doritoes (seriously, I am so lame). I think the dream about you was inspired by the fact that I am commuting from NYC to Chicago every week for the next 4 months! Play with me!

    Second, I’m really excited by all of your progress in the past few posts. I know that I haven’t commented in awhile but you are definitely making an effort to be conscious about your choices and I’m really impressed. I’m also trying to cut back on drinking and a couple of things that I have been trying to do include making rules of days where I won’t drink at all (this one might not be as relevant for you but a lot of my friends grab beers a couple nights a week so its easy to suddenly have plans every day, but now I know that I have rules about 3-4 sober days a week), making rules about what I drink (no shots and trying to stick with beer 3/4 times so that overall I drink less), reminding myself that there will always be another time to drink so I can cut myself off at 1-2 because I know its not like I won’t have a chance again in a few days, and, most importantly, remembering how good I feel when I have days where I don’t drink or I stick to only a couple — this last one is really instrumental in convincing me not to drink.

    Again, proud of you!

      • C says:

        I don’t remember it thaaaaat well, but I think it was good! I mean, it was competing against a dream of eating Cheeze-Its so the bar was set high. Different places each week. Sometimes AirBNB, sometimes friends couches, sometimes hotels. Mostly in river north or LP.

  5. I don’t know why I laughed at the fact that you got mad cus he called you a tease. Prob cus I would’ve wanted to smack him across the face too.

    You guys are so cute. I’m so glad his friend was nice to you.

    Wrigleyville is a black hole that one should ever step foot in.

  6. LolliLinds says:

    I’ve never commented before but have been a longtime reader. I think A.R.B. stands for Anal Retentive Brady. Just because it seems like he might be sometimes. ;-p

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