Casual Dating: The Randy-Andy phase

Last night, an old friend of mine was in town.  Who also happened to be my housemate for a while.  We'll call him Slacker -- mostly because when he lived with me, he was emerging from his slacker days.  He wasn't a total slacker, he worked 9-5 (temping), but he played a lot of guitar and spent a lot of time at bars with friends playing foosball.  I can't complain much, as that's part of how we became friends.  At any rate, these days Slacker is quite successful so the moniker is kinda ironic.

Slacker was really amused by my dating life. Still is.  (He's not shocked that I started a blog...)  But back then he played an active part in it, since this was in the days before we all had cell phones and guys always called the house.  And had to talk to Slacker.  Who really enjoyed his role in the whole process.

So all men in this blog will have nicknames, save Randy and Andy.  I was dating them both at the same time, and they were total opposites.  And it was so fun for Slacker to say "how is Randy-Andy?  Is Randy being randy these days?"

Randy: a co-worker of mine (Yes, I know, I swore I only dated a co-worker once.  I lied.)  A brutish, arrogant, obnoxious, pompous marketing guy that I was always arguing with in meetings, and sparring with over drinks at happy hour.  Go figure - there was sexual tension.

Andy: a sweetheart of a kid that I met at an alumni happy hour for my college, totally soft-mannered, soft-spoken, seemingly kind and gentlemanly.

Here's the twist:

Randy had taken a vow of celibacy during the brief time he attended a seminary.

Andy was quite impressive at putting on the moves at the end of a date.

Randy introduced me to his parents while they were in town.

Andy just wanted to introduce me to horizontal.

However, the real humor of this "phase" for me lies in Slacker recounting the phone calls.

Typical phone call with Andy:

Andy: "Hi, this is...."
Slacker: "She's not here."

Andy: "Well, could you tell her I..."

Slacker: "No."  click

(I would, of course, get the message that Andy had called... Slacker enjoyed himself, but didn't want to wreck my chances just in case Andy was a nice guy.)

Typical phone call with Randy:

Randy: "Betsy there?"

Slacker: "No."

Randy: "Bye." click

Slacker clearly preferred Randy's communication style.

Nothing ever happened with either guy...  Randy was probably lying about the celibacy/seminary stuff (I was young & naive), and just wanted a sweet, presentable girl for his folks.  Andy and I just kinda fizzled (that's code for I wouldn't put out fast enough so he moved on). It's too bad Randy never actually got randy with me.  It's very confusing that Andy was actually the randy one, and Randy was just... dandy.

I'm going to stop thinking of more reasons to say Randy Andy.