Damn it! I thought I had left ALL of the ghosts behind.

But one came back last night. And it tried to rape me. Right there in the restaurant.

My good friend and I met for sushi and to catch up on everything since I've been away. Then we walked over to the Mexican restaurant to taste some of their new red wine selections. We were sitting at the bar about halfway through a glass of malbec commenting on how empty it was except for our two friends who work there and the skeletons and goblins that decorated the place.

Then the door opened and let in a ghost. He walked straight over and hugged me. A hug like he was my boyfriend. One that was way too familiar considering I hadn't seen him in four months. I ran into him once in the neighborhood since the day my divorce was final. The say I saw - and heard - way too much of him. Speaking of doors, that whole story is in When one door opens, another closes.

For about the next hour, he followed me inside and out and to one end of the bar and the other. I moved his hand away from the inside of my thigh and pulled it out of the back of my jeans. Something tells me he wasn't concerned that my tag may be sticking out. And I pushed him away from two kisses. The whole time, my friend and the bartender kept an eye on things.

"That night was all about you, and the sex was great, Right?" he said.

"Uhm, yeah. Interesting." What's a girl to say? He really caught me off guard.

"Come with me tonight."

"No." Really? I didn't have to think about that one.

I told him I feel almost raped with the way he was touching me. He complained about how my Juliet balcony is too small. Again. Speaking of too small . . .

I may make mistakes, but I'm not dumb enough to make 'em twice. So, after he left, we started a petition to have him banned from the restaurant. The bartender stuck the petition to one of the Halloween decorations behind the bar. So maybe this place will be a ghost-free zone.

My friend and I now realize our quiet Tuesday evenings - our girls' nights - always turn into some sort of random strangeness or fun. Is it truly random or do we attract it?

Happy Halloween to the single girls,
Addison