and so it goes

i didn't really expect it to happen and this i say knowing all too well that it probably would. hooked up with someone saturday night. knew him vaguely from Concordia - probably crossed paths wih him at parties. then this year, came across him more often due to a mutual friend of ours.

anyways, he got in touch with me which peaked my curiosity because last time we hooked up, i spent a metro ride listening to him talk about being pursued by club girls and about his ongoing relationship with some yoga girl. it was evident that he did like her alot which pretty much eradicated whatever lingering thoughts i had of flirting with him.

but he emailed me on friday with suggestions to go for brunch/drinks. men are basic, primary, elementary. there is no such thing as a man wanting to invite a girl out for drinks for platonic reasons only unless he was fishing for information.

but i played it innocent for i could be wrong although i knew i probably wasn't.

we met at a bar that i am not too crazy about - it's one of those bars where the customers are Look at Me and my Cool Shoes. we walked over to a local dive, which was more my taste although a viking bartender there is not too crazy about me, she has a crush on my ex-boyfriend. she gave him free drinks and me the bill. (bitch). five whiskeys for ten bucks, specials on vodka and oranges. easy on the wallet, so i drank away, in between replacing bandages on my blisters that my new Cool Shoes were giving me. Serves me right. However, the drinks and the company of J made the pain ever so much less noticeable despite the fact that blisters were growing larger and bloodier and uglier.

We went over to a club downtown, thankfully by cab, i would have been happy to walk there if it weren't for the protesting blisters. shortly after we got there, the alcohol I had consumed reduced my inhibitions and all of my shyness so it wasn't long after that I decided to see if i was right about why J wanted to ask me out for drinks. after he brought me a bottle of water from the bar, he sat down next to me in the booth and i promptly kissed him.

he kissed back and very well too. within minutes i had to tell him to get me out of there because my mind and body was filling up with salacious thoughts that threatened to reveal themselves in ways that would be ever so entirely unfit for public consumption.

and so he did. thankfully he did.