There's open then there's open...where to draw the line

Two nights ago at the pub, one of my guy friends asked me what started to be an innocent question.

"How's (new guy)?" he asked, and he called him by name.

"He's good."

Then he grinned. "Are you gettin' any?"

Uhm. Really? "Why do you want to know?" was the strongest response I could think of.

"Come on, are you?"

I'm such a horrible liar so I said yes and immediately regretted it when one of the other guys asked me to rate it by number of orgasms. Really?

So last night, the same scenario started to develop. The door was halfway closed as I walked inside from the pub's patio when I heard the same guy ask, "How's (new guy)?"

I stopped. I wasn't going to do it again, so I turned around and just looked at him. Then later he asked me what the go-to-hell look was for and wondered if I wasn't seeing him anymore.

"It wasn't a look. You asked me - and I told you - way too much last night. Nothing's changed since."

But he said he didn't remember what we talked about the previous night. I was worried about sharing too much, and he didn't even recall the conversation.

I've got to get better about ignoring or responding better to people's probing questions. I don't mind being open, but it's easy to cross that line. In this case, I'm glad my sex life seemed forgettable to him.

Love to the single girls,
Addison