I Love My Husband But....

Chapter 12

  * It was now Saturday and I really wanted to go to the lounge. It wasn't to see Willis, but to get out of the house and away from my husbands mug. As cute as he is, he sort of looks like an asswhole when he's like this. I've talked to him about it before. He is so cute when he smiles, but when he's angry, he looks so evil. (His nickname is even the Grinch around Christmas time) He gave it to himself because he hates Christmas. 

Another reason that I didn't go was because I was afraid to be there alone. I know he would be there, but, what would we talk about? We usually find things to talk about at the park but there is nothing like an awkward silence. 

I guess it wouldn't be too awkward, since, there will be music and entertainment, so, at least it wouldn't be up to me to entertain him. But it has been so long since I've gone out, what would I even wear? All of my dress up clothes are probably outdated.

 I kicked myself for days for not going, so I, made a promise to myself to stop by the club on another day. Even if Willis wasn't there, I would enjoy the music and a nice drink. I might even take a taxi, so that, I won't have to drive back home. (I don't want to get drunk, I just want to feel my drinks a little) A slight buzz will be good enough. That would help me to sleep earlier, so, my husband would be happy about that. (I can only sleep early after a couple of glasses of wine or shots of tequila) Whatever I'm in the mood for.

 "Well aren't you a pretty, sweet, and very big dog," I say to a gigantic brown dog, as he watches me slowly walk by. "Don't eat me," (Can he smell the food in the grocery bags?) I try not to walk too fast and I pretend that I'm not as afraid as I really am, because, I've heard that dogs can smell fear. 

Sure he's on a leash and his buff owner looks, as though, he's got a firm hold on him. (But as always) I need to be sure, so I thought I'd talk to him a little. (You know, to make friends with him) 

"He just looks like a bad ass, he's afraid of my girlfriends cat," laughs his owner as I keep my eyes on him. (the dog not the owner) As a matter of fact my boy crazy days are over maybe all I needed was a handsome friend (It's Willis, in case you forgot)

 "You just make sure you feed him," I joke causing him to laugh harder. "Hey!" yells a voice from behind, startling me and causing me to do a weird squeal. I was still a little nervous from seeing the big dog. (I don't care what his owner said, he is still huge and he was eyeing me for his next meal, I just know it)

 "I'm sorry Jess," "I just saw you over there with that guy and I thought I'd say hi," he says as he reaches for the grocery bags in my hands. "You mean you want to ask why I didn't go to the lounge," I say knowingly as I hand them over. "Well?" he says with raised eyebrows. Not angrily, but, it is really like he wants to know. 

 I knew I would get put on the spot, but I figured I'd have a good lie to tell him. "I... I" "Please come Jess," "I promise you will love it, just give it a chance," "Okay... I'll come this Saturday," "Last Saturday was a bit hectic, but I promise this time no more excuses," I say when he opens his mouth to talk. "You promise, promise,?" he asks as he looks into my eyes. "Yes, I promise, promise" I whisper, as I try not to smile shyly. (So handsome)

I wave goodbye as I pull away and so does he. (My handsome friend) I guess I'll raid my closet when I get home to find the perfect dress. It doesn't have to be perfect, but, it cant look like it's been stuck in the back of a closet for years. He has great taste in clothes so I have to match him. Should I go shopping for a new dress for that night? I might get a couple in case I want to go again. I don't always have to go with Willis. 

When I get back home, I tell my husband that I'm going to the lounge this Saturday. He doesn't believe me, because, I keep saying that I will go and I never do. I guess it doesn't help my case, since I always do that. I say I will do somethin or go somewhere and I keep putting it off. It's mostly because I forget or I don't have time.       

Xane asks to go with me but I tell him that I need 'me' time. I also explain that I need him to help his dad with his sister. He can feed her and change her diaper, but he, doesn't have much patience for her, or anyone, really. To prove to him that I am going. I walk to our room and look through our closet to find a nice dress and shoes. 

I find a beautiful dark emerald green colored velvet dress that comes to my knees. (I had forgotten about it) And to think it was all the way in the back behind everything. I bought it when I went shopping with my oldest niece one day.

 She talked me into buying it, since, I really liked it, and she, promised to take me somewhere that I could wear it if I couldn't find an event myself. I didn't try it on, because if it doesn't fit, I'll wear something old that's even farther back inside of the closet.