I've got lemons, time to make lemonade

A moment of silence please for our friend Rambo and his circumstances from last weekend....
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We've all had those rough weekends, scheduling plans around a lady friend we don't know too well, just in hopes that maybe it'll be worth the effort. It's almost never worth it, but thanks to evolution, we're wired to keep trying.

This weekend, it's my turn to debate the merits of adjusting my schedule for a three-point attempt. I'm home in PA right now, it's raining, my car is costing hundreds to get inspected, and well life is miserable sometimes.

Every time, I travel back up north, I always end up with a new girl friend. Last Christmas Break, it was McLovin. Two summers ago, it was Urggh (what a mistake). And in the summer of '06, it was, shit I seriously forget her name, Boobs. I've still yet to land a southerner, go figure.

I met Boobs at a bar in Atlantic City. As we were walking past the entrance, my friend and I saw her walk in. I made some sound similar to the tsssst, and we proceeded to follow her in there a minute or two later. After several guys came up to talk to her, she looked very disinterested in one of them, so I pulled the 'save her' move and it actually worked. We exchanged numbers.

We kinda dated for a couple weeks, and it was the last time that I've slept in a dorm room, surprisingly enough. We hooked up, but during the morning, I usually felt like Rambo. Her reasoning to most of this was that I lived too far away, a refrain I've heard since the Athens Olympics. (The second time, you fuckers that think I've been alive since the 1800s)

Anyway, I leave it up to you my readers to decide how to handle this weekend. But first let me explain our last date. Me and my buddy picked her up at her dorm in Richard Stockton, and we drove to Atlantic City to watch her friend play in a band. Throughout the night, she got hit on at least a dozen times. It became tiresome, so I kinda gave up. But we were still on decent terms when we headed to the casinos.

While at the casinos, if I recollect correctly, which I feel like I couldn't possible be doing, we randomly bumped into one of her guy friends, who was obnoxious even for New Jersey. We had him tag along all night. I just wanted to get back to her beachhouse and make the most of the night, but you know drunk girls.

So we ended up galavanting about from bar to bar, until we ended up at a final bar, where she knew the bouncers or something. We argued a bit and then she proceeded to flirt with another dozen guys, with this other guy still tagging along.

Finally, the girls were ready to go back to the beachhouse. But her phone was now broke and this dbag had no place to sleep, so he'd be going home with us. I somehow managed to fix her phone, and we got a cab.

Halfway through the cab ride, I swear to god, this guy makes us all stop at a pizza place to buy a pie, with the METER RUNNING. Twenty minutes later we leave again for the beach house. At this point, I think I have no chance of hooking up with her.

With our new friend in tow, she's real nice to this guy and takes him into her room. I climb onto the futon and my buddy on the couch in the living room. She comes back into the kitchen to get him some water. The whole time in the living room, me and my buddy are incredulous to the absurdity and disappointness of the night for me.

About ten minutes later, the lights to her room finaally turn off. But, she walks out to the living room and sleeps next to me on the futon. I don't conquer civilization, but I'm rewarded for my long night. At this point, I don't care that my buddy is in the room. Coach finally took me off the bench and put me in the game, I'm going to god damn take my at-bats.

The next day, this guy still tags along to the beach with us, because he still has no ride back to Central Jersey. But he doesn't have any clothes for the beach, so he wears his jeans the entire day. It was so uncomfortable for me. At the end of the beach day, I kiss her goodbye, as she prepares to drive this guy home. It was the last time I've seen here and heard from her, until she facebook messaged me one night while I was getting shitfaced, although she had signed off when I got back home later that night.

So here is the question, I ask, how should I handle this weekend. I left her a facebook wall post that I'd be around the shore this weekend. She posted back, that indeed it'd be nice to see me, and in a separate message, left me her cell number so I could get in touch with her.

The problem is that, none of my good friends really live here anymore, and if I stay in town I'll be at the beach by myself. Should I text her, directly trying to meet up with her with a time and place at the shore on Saturday? Should I text her that I'll be down the shore Saturday and we should meet up? Or should I just forget it and head back to Atlanta. Unless I have a chance of drinking with her Friday or Saturday night, I don't think this venture will be worth it. But again, I implore you for advice so I don't end up like Rambo 3 days ago or me 3 years ago.