The night I kissed three guys

Did that really happen? Yes it did. Last night. I was there. Actually, I let three guys kiss me, and I think that was a first.

It started out just to be a low-key sushi dinner with my amazing friend who's moving to the next state this weekend and her friend. I had met him just once but felt like I had known him much longer. He's the ex of her ex best friend and they had all shared an apartment a couple of years ago. They're almost like brother and sister.

We met at the pub first where we met his childhood buddy who joined us for dinner. I had a glass of wine. Then we had a shot, and it started not being such a low key night. We talk and laughed and toasted the good memories and willed away the bad ones with the tall Adios Motherfucker blue but lethal farewell drink my friend's been having on her last few days here. Then we crossed the street and sat on the patio on a cool August evening and continued the fun over sushi.

My amazing friend who's moving sat on one side and her friend sat on the other. I adored sitting between them and enjoyed getting to know him a bit better. He's super nice, interesting, in great shape and not bad to look at. We traded a few looks. You know, those when you realize there's chemistry. Then somewhere between my miso soup and salmon roll, his childhood buddy looked at me from across the table and smiled.

"You're hot," he said.

I almost choked on the edamame I had just put in my mouth. "Thank you." I think it was the beer and the shot talking. But he said it again later, too.

After dinner, we walked over to my friend's house to walk her cute little pup. While we walked, the nice guy I sat next to at dinner and I walked together. The drinks had made us both more affectionate than usual, so we traded a few casual touches. It was nice.

But back at my friend's place, the childhood buddy was all over me. He backed me against the wall and kissed me until I ducked under his arm to escape. It was a little much. It was definitely the beer and the shot talking, and perfect timing for the four of us to walk back to the pub.

My friend's friend and I hung behind. He rescued me from his buddy's groping hands. We flirted then he grabbed my hand, led me around the corner and planted the hottest kiss. It was one of those I didn't want to end. We snuck behind his friend and traded numbers, then he had to get his buddy home.  

My amazing friend and I walked down to the next bar to meet her boyfriend and his friend who had come down for the weekend to help her move. His friend was a cool guy. Nice looking. Then my friend's boyfriend bought a round of tequila shots - the only shot I can rarely turn down. 

The guy who had just left continued our flirting by text. The two guys at the table coached  me on how to respond to his texts. Throughout the rest of the evening, I could tell the friend was attracted to me. He walked me home and kissed me goodnight. It was nice too.

Would all of this kissing have happened without the two shots? Probably just the middle one, and I hope that kiss happens again.

I curled up in bed and slept like a baby. Alone.

Love to the single girls,

Addison