How to?

The other night Cowboy and I attended a good friend of mine’s open house for her newly launched business. My friend is a great hostess – every detail was thought of and planned out perfectly from décor to bar/food to her guests. It was the perfect mix of guests. There were older people that knew her since before her college days; there were her sorority sisters; neighbors; old coworkers and all sorts of people that attended.

Her party and the house are arranged in a linear set up minus walls. If you are at the farthest point of her house which is the dining nook you can see through to the kitchen, through the dining room and into her living room. Most of my time was spent in the nook – that’s where the bar was. She’s so in it that she had a bartender for the night. From there, I could see Cowboy socializing away!

I was so proud of him. Let me tell you – he knew no one at this party. He had accidentally met the hostess when we bumped into them at a restaurant way before he went to Iraq. So he went in only knowing me and her, if you can say that. Some people cannot deal with that sort of thing – going into a party and not knowing anyone but your date. Some would say its so boring. I don’t mind it. I look at it as a chance to get out and meet new people and have fun. No one knows you? Who cares! Grab a drink or three and get to know them. There is no excuse in my book for not having a great time at a party because you didn’t know anyone there.

Cowboy was on a roll on his own. We would occasionally run into each other and spend time together while at the party but it wasn’t necessary for us to be glued at the hip. That works for me. It gives me a chance to have a really girly conversation without worrying about boring him and I’m sure vice versa. Well, now I know. vice versa.

At one point in the night, I made my way to Cowboy and he was chatting it up with a guy who was new to the city from Chicago. I stayed in the conversation long enough to get the basics and then asked if my man and Chicago newbie needed a new drink, then left. Oh and yes, I’m that girl, too. I like to make sure my man has a drink on hand if I’m going to the bar and why not ask the man in conversation, too? I left them alone after that.

After the party back in the car, Cowboy looked a little down in the dumps. Did he not have a good time at my friend’s kick ass party? No way, he had fun, it’s just that uhm, hmm, how could he put this without sounding gay? He really wanted Chicago’s number. ?!?! And he felt that Chicago wanted to ask him for his, too.

Aww. He had a mini-bromance.

Cowboy told me about they talked of all sorts of things, Cowboy told me that Chicago and he had a lot in common. Chicago even said he found it hard to make friends because he lives out of the city. They spoke of rock wall climbing (Cowboy’s new obsession. I feel how Tori Spelling felt when all Dean would talk about was the scuba diving. I kid you not, that’s exactly how it is in our apartment. Just replace scuba with rock wall climbing.) and bars. They talked of movies and video games. Chicago asked for restaurant recommendations. They hit it off. But then came the end of the night and where do guys leave conversations like that? Poor Cowboy. Oh, well.

There have been plenty of times that has happened to me – mostly with me and guys at bars. You have a great time and conversation and when its over no one makes the move to obtain a phone number. You just move on, no?

We made it home safely and just when I thought the conversation was over – he asked me if it would be too much to ask my friend, the hostess for Chicago’s number. Seriously? I guess he fell hard. I don’t even know how to start to ask her that question.

What would you do?