I took my friend out for the drink I didn't buy him at his birthday party Saturday night. He didn't need another drink then, and I had a silly gift for him. We had fun sitting on the pub patio on a beautiful spring evening. We laughed and talked and even argued a little while sipping delish mojitos that got us both in the mood for our sunny vacations coming up soon.
I asked him if he had fun at his party last Saturday. He did - and is starting to remember bits of the last half of the evening. I told him I never saw him do anything that would embarrass himself. During all of the conversation he didn't mention how he waned to go home with me. Nor did he mention how I wouldn't let him. I know he remembered because he repeated something I said to him at the end of the evening.
We have a little bit of a history so it would have been okay. I enjoy being with him. He's a good guy - one of the few guys I hang out with I haven't written about. I wasn't sure if he wanted to go home with me or my tits though. That's one of the reasons I went home alone. He really liked what I was wearing. I was flattered. But it wasn't right that night, and tonight proved my gut was on track.
He's really stressed right now between work and juggling his son with his ex. But most of all, he's still preoccupied with the last girl he dated - the one who keeps going back to her abusive boyfriend. If all of that hadn't been going on in his head, I wouldn't have added my thoughts. I'm not his nor anyone else's booty call - especially when he's on the rebound. He did suggest going out when he gets back from his vacation.
Until then, I'll keep practicing saying no and following my gut. It feels good.
Love to the single girls
Addison
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