In case you missed it, part one.

As it turned out, JJJ aka: Depends on my mood.
What I love:He looks good in a cowboy hat or a business suit and wears them both daily. But not together, that would be creepy.
Hobbies: Building furniture, remodeling homes, playing sports with our kids, laughing with me. Seriously. knew that his friend and I had stopped dating.  It was evident from the time he arrived at the beach. He walked over and gave me a hug. A HUG. From the guy who wouldn’t even look at me when I ran into him over the past year. Um, excuse me, but you do know who I am right? I’m that chic that bitch-slapped your ego so hard it’s teeth flew out.

Anyway, I am not the kind of girl that looks a gift horse in the mouth, so I hugged him right back.  I heard that he had recently bought a house and was re-doing it all by himself. Hearing my grandmothers words in my head, "Ask about something that interests him", I asked about it.  He responded with a casual, “You and (my ex-boyfriend) should come and check it out sometime.”  Oh right. He was fooling no one with that comment.  J knew we had split up and he was clearly as happy about it as I was. He HUGGED me. After quickly making his rounds and saying hello to everyone, he planted himself on my beach towel and he didn't leave.

We spent the entire day talking, laughing, me drooling over him while he played volleyball.  Hot men playing volleyball on the beach?  Come on now. Just like my very own Top Gun moment and for a girl from Indiana, it didn’t get ANY better than this. The only difference was that J and his friends weren't wearing jeans while playing.  Which is really good because now that we are no longer in the 80’s, we know that's just plain STUPID and something only porn stars would do.  Of course, so is singing “You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling” to some random chick in a bar, but I thought that was the most romantic thing I had ever seen until I watched a hooker make it off the streets by marrying a penthouse renting billionaire.  Now that is romance.  One more thing since I am already here, have you ever noticed that the only guy allowed to wear sunglasses during that famous volleyball scene was Tom Cruise? Did they have to "cool" him up? Were they not concerned with damaging Iceman or Goose's retinas too?

As the day wore on, it became clear to me that my flirting was getting me nowhere.  No matter how often I tilted my head and giggled or put my hand on his arm while talking to let him know that I was SO interested this time and I would never make that whole "dating his friend" mistake EVER again, he was not asking for my digits. I waited and waited and flirted and flirted and nothing, nada, goose egg. What is that old saying? Bitch-slap me once, shame on you, bitch-slap me twice, shame on me.  I guess he wasn’t willing to take the chance.  Coward.

As he left the beach, without my phone number, he told me he was going to a wedding that evening and would be out and about in town afterwards and hoped he would see me. Raise your hand if you know where I was that evening.  That’s right.  Thirty-five minutes of blow drying my hair so that it looked like I just stepped out of the ocean, fifteen minutes of applying makeup to appear as if I was wearing none and ten outfits later and I was prowling the town for a man that was having so much fun at a wedding, he never bothered to leave.

I dragged my girlfriends to every bar in town.  Fortunately there were only six.  I sat, I danced, I drank and I stared at the door.  Finally at midnight, feeling exhausted by hours of unfulfilled anticipation, I threw in the towel.  I dragged my sorry, pathetic, guy chasing ass home and went to bed.  What is that OTHER old saying?  Revenge is a dish best served cold.  As I drifted off to sleep I couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t a move designed to level the playing field and I have to admit that made me smile just a little.