What happened on Friday.

Friday's events some what led to the destruction of what should have been a busy but glee-full, fun weekend.

I had a half day and left work around 2pm to go home, shower and clean up just in case D came in from IA. Around 5:00 I headed back downtown for some good old fashioned "welcome to the gang" type fun with Racine & MA.

When I arrived there was already a handful of people canoodling around the pub, we ended up growing so large in the next 30 minutes that we went to the backroom. Taking back a beer every once in awhile PA, MA and I all enjoyed a conversation.

As the beers kept coming, I was on camera duty taking insane pictures from every angle of every couple and non-couple and occasionally stealing a kiss on the cheek for picture purposes only.

Right after the Guinness Toast at 11, R came by with a buddy of her's that I've just been crushing on insanely since we met back in November. He had stood me up on my birthday but offered a raincheck that he never paid up. Armed by the fact that all the people in the bar where my friends, I asked when he was planning on doing that ... He said he was sorry he didn't get that message and I leaned in that cute way to whisper in his ear that it was okay. Knowing exactly what I was doing I pulled slowly away so I could see his eyes focusing on my lips and he leaned in for a kiss. An amazing kiss. One of those that sends shocks through your body and makes you pull away incredibly slowly. We did that a couple more times through out the night before he and R had to leave for a late dinner at Webb's.

In the meantime, PA had been getting close with MA and (read previous post) had decided to put some moves on her. In a weird situation, I went to grab my smokes and he pulled me in and kissed me. He was gentler, not so passionate but still a good kisser. I accidentally fell into his sweet embrace before it dawned on me that girl code strictly prohibits this kind of behavior. I backed off and reached to grab my coat.

On my way out the door one of my old kissing buddies grabbed me. Previously arriving with his girlfriend (that he informed me he was going to break up with that evening), she had gone to the bathroom and he hugged me good bye then slapped a big dirty kiss on my lips.

Okay, time to leave.

Guy's Girl.

I was on the phone with Flower Guy last night after a long day at work in our Madison office. We talked about his work, my day, his friends, his travels, my travels and my friends.

"You seem to have a lot of male friends." he said, "You seem like you're a guys girl, the sports, the humor, everything."

"Yup. Just prefer them I guess, I have female friends too - just not as many close ones." I quipped back.

"So I want to ask you a question, but I'm not sure I want to know the answer or that you want to give me the answer."

"Shoot, I'm an open book."

"How many of them have you been with?"

That's a variation question, it's a lead into the inevitable - how many people have you been with question, but this one even has a bit more sting. Do I tell the truth? If I do, how do I justify it?

And then it dawns on me, the truth is the best response. If he would ever meet them I wouldn't want our huggy natures to be confused with potential cheating, so I answered honestly.

"#1 is my best friend, he's also my ex."

"JF is one of my closest friends, we've made out on occasion"

"Passive aggressive is a great friend, we've made out, but nothing more."

"Admin works with me and I offer to make out with him, he just turns me down."

Silence. Here's where I wonder if I mention RS and I justify that we aren't actually friends, so he doesn't count. Plus he's never been brought up in a conversation.

Still silence, which means I ramble on and on trying to justify it. "I'm one of those people that believes in connections, so whether or not we've ever done anything isn't an issue, it's did we connect - if we did, then they stay. If we didn't - then they go." More rambling, "I mean, I'm not a whore or anything." More silence. "Can you throw me a bone here? I'm rambling and the silence is killing me."

"I'm just listening, it's interesting." He says.

Then we switched subjects, thank god, and went back to Saturday plans.