Both were drunken hook ups, and while I would never do it again, I would totally do it again. Good god. Something about a cocky guy whose too smart/funny/hot for his own good just makes me melt. But only when drinking. Ha!
No big deal. After round one Jim made me promise I wasn't going to get all weird and clingy and that I wasn't going to tell anyone. Hello! Why would I tell anyone? (Other than my only two good friends who are not related to me in any way. Whom were both excited and jealous and wanted every possible detail. I'm not normall the type to kiss and tell, but this time I just had to. It was too good to be true.) I explained to him that should word get out of our little drinking/sleeping adventure, my head would be mounted on the wall, not his. I also tried to clarify that I am not, nor have I ever been, the type of girl to get "clingy" or "weird" about a guy for any reason whatsoever. He seemed relieved, and then I kicked him out. (I can be such a guy about certain things, I know.)
About a week goes by and we're forced to hang with a large circle of friends for my brother's birthday celebration. Being the only two single people there out of about 26 people, we dined next to one another, accompanied each other on cigarette breaks, and did shots at the bar side by side. Nothing was weird and nothing was mentioned. Which is exactly the way I like it.
Not really sure how it happened, but we managed to sleep together again that night. Yikes. Only this time, before kicking him out, I told him that as fun as it was (and trust me, it was) it could no longer continue. The more times we'd share a bed, the more of a chance we had of getting caught. And I wasn't really into getting caught.
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A week later, a few friends and I make it to a small local bar for happy hour on a Thursday evening where I bump into another friend of both mine, my brother's, and Jim's. No big deal. We exchange hellos, I assume he knows nothing, and I carry on at the other side of the bar where my friends await.
Halfway throughout the night, I am introduced to a rather good looking friend of my friend's boyfriend named Tom. (The connection is not important, so if you can't follow, don't feel so bad.) We bullshit, share a cigarette and argue over who makes the best Winter Lager. (He says Sam Adams where I have to admit, I was a little turned off. Everyone knows Brooklyn makes the best Winter!!) At about 3am we decide maybe we should be responsible adults and go home since we all have work in a few hours.
In the door at about 3:30am and I have a text message from a number I don't recognize.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the pub tonight?"
Drunken Sarcastic Response: "Because I don't know who you are."
"It's Jim."
How the FUCK did he get my number? I never gave it to him! On purpose!!
I didn't answer when he told me who it was.
Two minutes later...
"I heard you were hanging all over some guy tonight."
Drunken Angry Response: "What'd you just get your period?"
"Whose the guy?"
"Don't worry about it. G'Night!!!" And I shut my phone off.
First of all... I wasn't hanging all over anybody. And even if I was it's nobody's business but my own. And for Jim to make such a big deal about it after he practically made me pinkie swear I wouldn't get clingy was a bit odd to me. So odd in fact, I had to reread the text conversation in the morning because I couldn't remember if it was as bad as Drunk Dean thought it was the night before.
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Two days later, we make an appearance at the same bar with the same group of friends intentionally to see a local band we love and for me and Tom to get to know each other a bit better.
And Jim's there.
....To be continued.
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