I’ll add to this tomorrow when I’m not a little tipsy. :) Read on till then. Thanks.

WOW!  I just read through (and fixed) what I wrote last night.  It was BAD!  Apparently I write like a total idiot when I’m drunk.  Even I could hardly make head or tails of it.  The good news though, my head is a little foggy today **that’s not the good news**, so last night’s version actually helped me put together a little bit of the night. 

Here’s the new and improved post.

Tonight there was a little happy hour type thing for young professionals in my city’s area. This basically means anyone with a college education & salary under the age of 45, come hither. I knew what I was getting myself into but at the same time it was at a new bar to the area (a wine cellar bar…yeah right) and I knew that not only would I know a person or two, I could also talk Kat and JGT into going. We arrived and I bee-lined to the bar thinking “OMG, what the fuck am I doing at another one of these fucking meat-markets for single professionals.” I sat at the bar (waiting for a bartender for FOREVER) and looked back at the barrage I managed my way through. In the mix I found Balcony Boy. I haven’t posted about him in months.

The last time we spoke he was maybe, possibly, seeing this woman but maybe not. He didn’t see it going anywhere…or so he told me.

This is what pisses me off. He, Balcony Boy, made his way around the room (after acknowledging me, saying he’d be over in a minute, granted I don’t wait for guys but…) Finally after at least an hour (longer I think but you know alcohol and clocks) I wound up in the same place as him. We chatted a little about mutual friends and whatnot. Total small talk shit. Finally we got down to he and I. Not once did he mention another woman…must be over. Right? He’s not the type who could hold onto a relationship anyway. He’s one of those guys you could stereotype as a liar, player, cheater, or (god forbid) all of the above.

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