The Adnostic

On Sunday I had a guy with seemingly great romantic potential dump me after one date for perfectly shallow reasons, and then call me a couple days later in an attempt to convince me that he's really not the jerk I think he is. You can probably tell that this particular argument yielded no results in his favor.

On Friday I had another guy with absolutely zero romantic potential try to sleep with me for reasons with an equitable amount of depth. Is it just me, or am I on a bit of a streak? The one on Friday has a story that bears repeating....

I had just left a friend's birthday dinner around 10pm and considering that I was still a bit raw and teary from my Sunday encounter, had no desire to return home at such an early hour. I needed a drink. I needed tequila. So I called a former coworker, The Chin, who had been bugging me to check out a bar near his house since we stopped working together, and asked if he was doing anything. He was free, so I parked nearby and we walked to the bar together.

At the bar I had a margarita and a shot of my favorite and very hard to find reposado. I talked about my last disastrous working environment. He told me how things were going back at our former mutual place of business. I mentioned my excitement about my new job. The Chin went on about his girlfriend in Orange County. I related my most recent dating nightmare. He talked about his snowboarding weekend with his girlfriend, which resulted in her being diagnosed with a partially collapsed lung. I talked about my plans for the coming weekend with my friends on Saturday and a couple loads of laundry on Sunday, and he told me about how his girlfriend with the partially collapsed lung was driving up to spend the weekend with him.

Chin: Do you like that show, Entourage?

Me: I only caught a couple episodes, but it seems like a good show.

Chin: Do you want to come back to my place to watch it?

Me: (knowing that I could use some water and time to sober up) Sure. [Thinking - He's safe. He has a girlfriend.]

We went back to his place. I got some water and planted myself at the farthest end of the couch and he turned on the TV and took a seat on the same couch with a respectable amount of distance.

By the second episode I was uncomfortably aware of his arm on the back of the couch. By midway through the third he had made the mistake of moving his hand from the safety of the back of the couch to the back of my neck. I was having none of it.

I shot him a "what the f@#% do you think you're doing" look and he smiled sheepishly and backed off. I left soon after.

What kind of fool thinks I'm the kind of girl that would be a party to cheating? It's not like I was some slut he picked up in a bar. We worked together. He knows me and he should have known far better. Now he ruined any chance we have for a real friendship. Well done, Chin. Well done indeed.