I’m THAT girl at the bar!

The “PenPal”

So I have had a great “PenPal” for about three years now. He’s a really nice guy, cute, funny and always getting into mischief. I went to high school with his roommate but somehow we were the ones who ended up chatting on MySpace (Yes, I have one). I did hang out with him once about 2 years ago, but we never managed it again until… last Friday.

I know, it’s already Wednesday!

It’s pretty bad when my exhibitionist self waits five whole days to tell the story.

So my sister and I had a night free, my other sister got roped into babysitting duty, and we decided to go to this bar he was always raving about. The one thing you need to know about “The Naughty Sister” is that she is completely “OCD”. If she’s going somewhere she is not only there on time but at least an hour early.

Her Motto: The Early Bird gets the Worm!

My Version: It’s the Second Rat that gets the Cheese!

She, somehow, always wins and we ended up at the bar by like 8pm. Nothing happens at bars until 10pm. She’s the only one who doesn’t know this rule. So we were there drinking for about 2 HOURS before the band started playing. Normally I don’t like the 80’s in general (and yes it is possible to dislike an entire decade) but the cover band was actually pretty decent.

So being the drunk dialing girl that I am I start texting “PenPal”:  Hey I love your bar it’s so much fun!.

He replies: Cool we are on our way.

WHAT!!!  The last time I talked to him (OK Texted, whatever)  he had plans all weekend with his “Friend” and her two kids. I don’t know if he’s dating “Friend” or just wants to date her? But he’s always talking to her. Here’s my secret about “PenPal” I have an itty bitty crush on him, actually I have a crush on his life. I want his friends and his vacations. I love his outgoing personality and I wanna be like him. So seeing him again makes me nervous… I’m now DRUNK and NERVOUS… what’s a girl to do? I take a shot!

STUPID! Dumb… Dumb… Dumb…

Why do I do stupid things like that? (I didn’t even buy the shot some guy bought it for me!)

My “Drunk-Self” (whom I consider a separate entity entirely) likes to make friends with the bartenders, gets people to buy her drinks, and occasionally delve into disgustingly obnoxious kissing (PDA) with whatever guy I am with. It’s horrible! I just can’t stop myself!

So in walks my future victim, completely unaware that my “Drunk-Self” is going to attack him in the very near future in front of his two friends. I don’t remember much of anything I said to him, he probably couldn’t understand me anyways. All I remember is that at one point he said “I really want to kiss you” that’s all my “Drunk-Self” needed. I don’t remember ANYTHING after the kissing except at one point I think I was pole dancing on him? I know I sent him slurred texts (and Yes you can slur in text) probably really bad ones because even my drunk self knew to delete them before I spent the whole next morning rereading them and cringing.  My Sister hinted that I had texted him to come over… then she laughed and mumbled something about him saying “Sober first”

OMG! PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T!

NOOOOOOOO!

Saturday sucked! I spent all morning anxiously trying to figure out what to say to him! I couldn’t even pretend to have a hangover because he knows I wake up fine, I used to brag about that to him all the time. I wanted to bury my head in the sand or join a convent, possibly both!

So I text him: Can we please forget everything I said after the kiss?

His Reply: HaHa Yes we can

 

We’ve shared one other two comment text since then about his trip to the zoo with his “friend” and her kids but that’s it.

What do I do now?

I’m an Idiot!