HA! It just goes to show...
So, how funny is this...
A couple of weeks ago I was in a neighborhood bar, we'll call it: The Tavern. It's only several yards from my home, so I'll typically hit it a few nights a week--usually (as the night-owl I am) for a last call, or two if I'm a bit early. On this particular night, I sat next to a VERY attractive man and had a nice conversation. A woman whom I had been good friends with a couple of years ago (before she had a breakdown--seriously) came in and sat on the other side of him. I wasn't looking for action and was more interested in catching up with her, so when he got up to talk to some friends on the other side of me--I passed him his drink. She says to me "Why did you do that? Now, he might not come back?!" I said, "If he's interested, he'll come back, and besides I haven't seen you in a long time and I'd love to know what's going on with you." Chat, chat, chat. He comes back. I realize that now we are having two separate conversations with this man...
She's promising him sex. (This is not unusual for this woman.) I'm not. (This--clearly for those in the know--is usual for me.) He ultimately tells me some of what she's been saying, and I tell him that if that's what he's after he should take her up on it. He says he's not interested, and I tell him that he's on his own dealing with it. He's clearly too drunk to drive and I told him (prior to other conversations and b/c he clearly knows some other acquaintances of mine) that he could crash with me instead of driving home--provided he KNOWS that NOTHING ELSE was going to happen. When he goes to the men's room I tell her that I offered him a place to crash, but EXPLICITLY not sex, AND that I've been encouraging him to take her up on it, if that's what he wants. He comes back and tells me he'd rather "cuddle" with me than go home with her. I told him that I had nothing to do with that side of the conversation, which since she'd been pulling him towards her and whispering in a busy bar, that he would have to deal with it.
The next thing I know, she's leaving. Didn't say goodbye to me. I had been talking with the couple on the other side of me for a while (to avoid being involved in their shit.) I asked him what had happened, he said, "I can't believe you left me on my own there!" To which I responded, "Oh, well, I told you it was your problem. Did you decide to crash with me?" He said, "Of course, I just had to explicitly turn her down!"
I took him home. When we got here, I read my email! He got frustrated--we talked--[anything else is for close friends only--I don't publish kiss-and-tells to confirm or deny]. Regardless, all very minor, poor bastard was drunk off his ass...
Which leads me to tonight. This is the first time I've seen the woman since. When she walked into The Tavern tonight, I said hello and commented on the fact that she hadn't said goodbye when she left the last time I saw her. She claimed to not remember the night (not a bad fake since I know she's a drunk) and disappeared into the ladies room. I had started talking to a guy before she came in. Nice enough conversation: New York, New Orleans, Pittsburgh, college, life--a little bit of the gamut. She comes back and wraps herself around him, "How are you! It's been TOO long," yada, yada, yada. I know where this is going and look to my left for conversation. I bum a last cigarette off the random (for me) guy I'd been talking to, before starting a better and more interesting conversation with the woman on my left who is ultimately married to another acquaintance of mine. The random guy is taken to the other side of the bar by this woman, but (I noticed when I looked across) has more conversation with the owner's son/manager who he's friends with and who had followed them around the corner than her. They all left separately and individually as far as I could tell.
I wanted to laugh, but the conversation I was involved in at the time wouldn't allow it. I knew what was happening from the moment she attempted to wrap herself around this poor bastard. How sad are DESPERATE women? SOOOOOOO sad. Have some self-respect people! Apparently, she felt I won a competition when I hadn't even thrown my hat in the ring! As such, she wanted a "do over" when I couldn't give a rat's ass! All I can do is laugh my ass off at her idiocy and be thankful that I ended a friendship years ago!
A couple of weeks ago I was in a neighborhood bar, we'll call it: The Tavern. It's only several yards from my home, so I'll typically hit it a few nights a week--usually (as the night-owl I am) for a last call, or two if I'm a bit early. On this particular night, I sat next to a VERY attractive man and had a nice conversation. A woman whom I had been good friends with a couple of years ago (before she had a breakdown--seriously) came in and sat on the other side of him. I wasn't looking for action and was more interested in catching up with her, so when he got up to talk to some friends on the other side of me--I passed him his drink. She says to me "Why did you do that? Now, he might not come back?!" I said, "If he's interested, he'll come back, and besides I haven't seen you in a long time and I'd love to know what's going on with you." Chat, chat, chat. He comes back. I realize that now we are having two separate conversations with this man...
She's promising him sex. (This is not unusual for this woman.) I'm not. (This--clearly for those in the know--is usual for me.) He ultimately tells me some of what she's been saying, and I tell him that if that's what he's after he should take her up on it. He says he's not interested, and I tell him that he's on his own dealing with it. He's clearly too drunk to drive and I told him (prior to other conversations and b/c he clearly knows some other acquaintances of mine) that he could crash with me instead of driving home--provided he KNOWS that NOTHING ELSE was going to happen. When he goes to the men's room I tell her that I offered him a place to crash, but EXPLICITLY not sex, AND that I've been encouraging him to take her up on it, if that's what he wants. He comes back and tells me he'd rather "cuddle" with me than go home with her. I told him that I had nothing to do with that side of the conversation, which since she'd been pulling him towards her and whispering in a busy bar, that he would have to deal with it.
The next thing I know, she's leaving. Didn't say goodbye to me. I had been talking with the couple on the other side of me for a while (to avoid being involved in their shit.) I asked him what had happened, he said, "I can't believe you left me on my own there!" To which I responded, "Oh, well, I told you it was your problem. Did you decide to crash with me?" He said, "Of course, I just had to explicitly turn her down!"
I took him home. When we got here, I read my email! He got frustrated--we talked--[anything else is for close friends only--I don't publish kiss-and-tells to confirm or deny]. Regardless, all very minor, poor bastard was drunk off his ass...
Which leads me to tonight. This is the first time I've seen the woman since. When she walked into The Tavern tonight, I said hello and commented on the fact that she hadn't said goodbye when she left the last time I saw her. She claimed to not remember the night (not a bad fake since I know she's a drunk) and disappeared into the ladies room. I had started talking to a guy before she came in. Nice enough conversation: New York, New Orleans, Pittsburgh, college, life--a little bit of the gamut. She comes back and wraps herself around him, "How are you! It's been TOO long," yada, yada, yada. I know where this is going and look to my left for conversation. I bum a last cigarette off the random (for me) guy I'd been talking to, before starting a better and more interesting conversation with the woman on my left who is ultimately married to another acquaintance of mine. The random guy is taken to the other side of the bar by this woman, but (I noticed when I looked across) has more conversation with the owner's son/manager who he's friends with and who had followed them around the corner than her. They all left separately and individually as far as I could tell.
I wanted to laugh, but the conversation I was involved in at the time wouldn't allow it. I knew what was happening from the moment she attempted to wrap herself around this poor bastard. How sad are DESPERATE women? SOOOOOOO sad. Have some self-respect people! Apparently, she felt I won a competition when I hadn't even thrown my hat in the ring! As such, she wanted a "do over" when I couldn't give a rat's ass! All I can do is laugh my ass off at her idiocy and be thankful that I ended a friendship years ago!
posted by Veronica Jude @ 11:21 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:51 AM,
Circe said…
Women are Crazy.
Drunk Women are Crazier.
It is best to just let them do dumb stuff and go home with men than to try to convince them that their behavior is counter-productive to their long term mental health and stability.
Sounds like this woman has serious issues and insecurity issues.
Bravo to you for holding onto better judgement.
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