Whack a Mole

Why is it that men from the past always pop up out of the ground at the same time?

On Friday, my building had a small wine-tasting and a potential sugar daddy from the past who happens to own the store hosting the tasting was there. I sadly did not get to enjoy the tasting as I was studying (pat on back).

On my way out the door later in the evening to enjoy a drink with my new guy NotMexican, my concierge stopped me. Apparently the sugar daddy asked him to tell me to call. He lost his phone and thus lost my number. It's kinda funny since he lost his phone the day before we were supposed to hang out. I was convinced he was just not that into me.

Now months later, he's back in the picture. If he turns into something, I'll be sure to let you know.

But of course he's not the only to pop back into the picture. Fargo has returned. We briefly dated in the fall, but I just couldn't stand his accent. He texted me saturday night saying he missed me. If he could shut up the whole time, maybe we could try again.

Then of course the Author. He is so in and out all the time, I just don't bother anymore. Author texted me today asking to hang out. He is so weird. We'll text and try to make plans and then he'll fall off the face of the earth for a bit. I of course keep going with my other men, so it doesn't bother me, but I'm kinda at the point where I'm just not sure I'm interested anymore.

All these guys popping back up... and I'm still seeing ScottyAvs and now NotMexican.

This should be very interesting...

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Oh the marine...God Bless America

So one of my neighbors in our groups of friends is the Marine. He's 24, very handsome, very intelligent. My friend... just friend... yeah right.

He broke up with girlfriend a couple of months ago and we all continued to hang out as friends... just friends.

Saturday night I needed a drink. All of our neighbors were out of town, so I called Marine to join me because we're friends... just friends.

Marine and I drink... we keep drinking... the bartender decides to try out some drinks on us... we're drunk.

And we do what we always do.

We go back to his apartment, play Wii and watch cash cab.

This time he decided to lie on top of me.

Then he decided to kiss me.

Then we were naked in his bedroom.

All he can say is "Why didn't this happen before?"

And I replied "because you had a girlfriend."

And then I passed out, woke up naked, forgot where I was, quickly realized what happened... then got up and went about my day.

Because this is what I do.

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OleMiss Colorado recap

OleMiss was crazy busy with work the entire time he was in Colorado. It made for very late nights if we got together. In the week he was here, I got to see him 3 times. I'd say that's pretty good considering I was also going out on dates with other men.

Where do I find this time? I'll never know.

On our last night together, we were having drinks at the bar across the street and one of my neighbors comes in. Now this is my 60 year old neighbor whom I love. He is pretty much the mayor of my building.

He sits with us for food and drinks and the first thing he says is "Roxy! I always see you with a different guy!"

I'm not about to hide it ;)

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New Year... same me

In moving to Colorado, I thought I would use my free time to reflect on myself and work on self-improvement. Reality check... I have very little free time. And what little I have, I want to use to have fun.

In thinking about New Years resolutions, I thought I might stop using craigslist for dating. But then I realized I'd have to go out more often to meet men for dates and I just don't have the time to do that.

And that would leave all of you with very little to read. Perish the thought!

A few tidbits of what has been going on with men in my life:

MetroSteve returned to Denver. He didn't tell me. I just bumped into him on the elevator in our building. It was very awkward from his end, and I'm fairly certain the less-attractive-than-me chick with him was the reason. I don't have time for his insecurity. I wished him a happy new year and skipped off the elevator in my stilettos.

OleMiss is coming to Denver for business tomorrow. I may have mentioned a few months ago that he called me in the middle of the night and did this whole "what if we were in the same city" bit... and only told me he got back together with his ex 2 months after they were together. Well they're on the rocks again (no surprise) and he and I will be in the same city...

ScottAvs is a man I may never have mentioned. We went out a couple times. He loves hockey and I love hockey players... I mean I love hockey too. We recently reconnected and he's falling hard for me. I wish I was more into him.

Author was so busy the entire month of december with some product launch that I'm fairly certain we're done.

I went on facebook and saw RedSox's new years photos from the Bahamas. I actually felt jealous when I saw him with other girls.

AccountExec gets back from visiting family for the holidays this week. I'm hoping his new year's resolution is to get over his ex and get a hard on that lasts long enough for us to have sex.

There are some other boys in the works, but none too exciting as of yet. We'll see where 2010 goes...

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Shipping out of Boston

There are 2 boxes in our foyer, packed to the max and sealed with mostly clothes. I leave for Denver tomorrow morning. I think it will hit me next week when I'm sick of Denver and just wanna go home. However home will be downtown Denver at least for the next 13 months.

I start my year in the intensive care unit. I flipped out with fear that I might kill someone, so I packed some extra books to study next week. Though I don't know how much studying I'll get done since OleMiss is visiting from Monday thru Thursday.

RedSox and I had what is probably our final talk about our relationship this morning. At least that's what I hope. The second I walk through the gates, we will officially be over. 

WhiteRapper, in Denver, has told me that his current relationship might be over. I don't know what I do to keep these men around.

And on that note, I already have a date tomorrow night for tapas in Denver. The guy is visiting from Chicago, so at least he won't be bugging me for the majority of the year... at least I hope.

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Dad's dating tips...

... stolen from MSN dating articles.

I've written about this before. My dad is obsessed with dating. He lives vicariously through me like a gossipy girl. When my mom disapproves of my behavior, dad usually loves it.

One of his favorite things to do is read MSN dating/relationship advice. Occasionally he emails an article to me and my sister.

This latest one had me cracking up, so I figured I'd share and offer my opinions as well.

Five Money Questions You Must Ask Your Man

1. How much do you make?
HAHAHAHAHAHAH. Ok I'm sorry, but this is a horrible question to flat out ask a guy until you're 100% sure he's the one. If you're smooth, like me, it will most likely come out in random conversation. My advice: If you wanna know, talk about your salary goals then ask his goals. At the very least you'll figure out what he's NOT making.

2. Got any debt?
HAHAHAHA. Ok not as funny as number one, but still. Debt is a sensitive topic for many people. Again, not something to bring up until it's time for marriage because only then will it matter. In the meantime here's my advice: Never date (for marriage) a doctor or lawyer who is within 5 years of graduation. Most graduate with about $200,ooo in debt unless their parents ponied up. In the meantime, let him wine and dine you because it's not your problem.

3. Where do you see yourself in 5-10 years?
I like this question, but not on the first date. This is one that should wait until after the honeymoon period. Bail if he plans to go back to school without having a solid savings first.

4. Are we going dutch?
I've made my feelings on this very clear. His answer better be NO or this is the last time he gets to see me. At the same time, make sure he's cool with you being a working gal. It would suck if in the long run you'd have to ask him for money every time you wanted something.

5. How many kids?
HAHAHAHAHA. ok seriously, don't even come close to asking this question until you know there's a chance of a future. Sure kids are expensive, but I think it's better to want the same number of kids rather than worry about the cost of having them. I personally want 1 boy and 1 girl. I'd be happy with just 1 boy. I'd be in for a lot of trouble if I had a girl like myself... financially and emotionally.

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If i haven't made it clear...

I LOVE NYC!

I just got home from a fabulous weekend in NYC filled with fun and debauchery. After OleMiss dropped the Ex-bomb, I called up Sam. She was happy to host me this weekend and I think I made the better choice by staying with her.

Saturday night we went to this club called the Pink Elephant. Two of Sam's friends were celebrating their birthdays together. There was lots of booze, tons of dancing and an overall great time. The bar lets people smoke though, so after a while my headache became a bit unbearable and my lungs were pissed. I left and headed over to a dive bar where OleMiss is a bouncer. We chilled and drank at the bar even after they closed. It was a good time, but I still felt annoyed that OleMiss was not gonna take me home. I know I know.

So the next day, we sorta had plans to maybe have brunch but moreso we talked about watching the Celtics game. Since I don't know OleMiss's sleep schedule on the weekends I opted to try a craigslist date for brunch instead. No pics were exchanged, just "hey lets meet." So I met a rather good-looking, very well-educated black guy for mexican food and margaritas. We spent several hours hanging out, and he took me on a tour of the Soho area. Good guy, but alas I thanked him and went on my way.

On my walk back to Sam's place, she texts me that her friend Stewie is going to pick me up at 9pm for a date. I didn't know what else to do but accept, even though I knew nothing about him other than he's Jewish. So 9pm rolls around and Stewie picks me up. We drive around the corner to a true dive. I'm talking darkness, stiff drinks and hipsters. Stewie and I are totally hitting it off and I want him... so when he asked me to go back to his place... I accepted.

Stewie is a nipple guy. I am very tender and sore around the areolas as I type this. His penis... huge. Having only had sex once with RedSox in the past 6 months, I was definitely humming "like a virgin."

All in all a great trip. For those of you wondering what the hell was I thinking with my behavior this weekend, please understand that NYC is my vegas. What happens there, stays there.

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Kindness is Creepy

I think it's a northeastern thing. Actually I'm sure it is, since it's one of OleMiss's biggest complaints about the north. Women do not know how to appreciate kindness.

I didn't think I was one of them, and I vehemently denied and argued against OleMiss.

Unfortunately I am...

I work at the local gym once in a while, and there is one older gentleman who always takes a couple extra seconds when checking in to wish me a good morning, tell me it's great to see me again and thank me for telling him to have a good work-out.

The extra seconds he hangs around, my guard shoots up. After he left to go work out, I couldn't believe I had felt that way. I almost wanted to yell at him, and for what?? For being a genuinely nice guy.

I started to wonder about why I felt that way, and I guess it's because I'm just expecting that every man is hitting on me. Every man wants to get in my pants. Every man is undressing me with his eyes. I shouldn't trust guys, especially older ones. They're creepy.

Then I felt horrible... I never thought of myself as your average Boston bitch, but I guess I am afterall.

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5 years later

Somehow in my drunken stupor on Friday evening I had the sense to wash the make-up off my face, but when I woke up Saturday morning the fake eyelashes were still superglued to my eyes and really uncomfortable.

I couldn't believe I wasn't hungover... ok I sorta was. I spent the day in this odd sort of haze. Druhil and I sauntered over to Newbury St for brunch/lunch at Trident, then we went to RedSox's place to hang out. That afternoon, Dru had been invited to a bbq out in Brookline and I tagged along.

The bbq was full of random Tufts people from undergrad. None were my friends, but I was happy to see them nonetheless. I also started drinking again.

We spent several hours there, one hour stuck in sox traffic and 2 hours stuck in a restaurant that couldn't handle a wedding party on the same weekend as graduation... even tho there were plenty of empty tables. (Sam, you woulda *loved* this. Snarf)

When we finally made it to Vox for the reunion, we were greeted by a line. Let me remind you that I'm not a big fan of Vox, especially because it is never packed. I found the line to be ridiculous.

Anyways, right away I knew the kid standing in front of me... except we didn't go to Tufts together. We went to high school together. So we chatted, and then the Tufts people started to pop up everywhere. I forgot I knew a lot of people from undergrad. I'm not surprised I only remembered the men.

I broke out into hives when I got upstairs. People started approaching me from every direction to hug and say hi. Many I recognized, but overall it was overwhelming and I had to run to the ladies room to calm down. I knew I partied a lot in college, but somehow I thought I always saw the same people.

Miraculously, I didn't see a single ex-sorority sister. Either they never showed or left early. Regardless, I had an amazing time. I saw all my former roommates, a bunch of ChemE's, pretty much everyone I wanted to see and then some.

RedSox met up with me, and I introduced him to everyone. There were plenty of whispers of awe as I was known as the quintessential single gal... *the* predator.

I found it all amusing... and I look forward to our next reunion... imagine 10 years later.

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Suicidal... and Hot

On the way into the conference room to admit a new patient, he walked out. He was in scrubs and really hot. Since all rational thought goes out the window in my gaga state, I assumed he was a male nurse or an orthopedic surgeon.

He had that scruffy look going, appeared to be in shape. He had those nice, dark, brooding eyes. I didn't get a chance to look him over further, but I hoped to see him again.

A couple hours later, the attending called in his next patient. It happened to be the aforementioned hottie. It turns out he tried to kill himself last night. I missed the bandage around his wrist initially, instead focusing on his perfect hair. He decided he didn't want to be in the world anymore, and he was perfectly nonchalant about it.

Oddly enough, I found that incredibly sexy.

He said he almost jumped off the roof, but realized 3 stories was more likely to paralyze him. So he climbed back down.

How smart.

After he left, the attending turned to me and said the hottie was schizophrenic with comorbid alcoholism.

I love to drink too.

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No denying the Predator

I cannot tell you how horny I was today. I had a certain blond man in my mind, and he wasn't RedSox. He's IrishRacer... blond, HOT, blond, Fresh-off-the-boat Irish, blond!

He messaged me through Myspace last week, and I've been coyly exchanging emails with him since. Short one-liners haven't led to anything, but today I couldn't stop fantasizing about him. I'm not sure what it means, but I want to find out.

I'm torn, though. I care about RedSox. He is probably the best guy I have ever dated. He might be that one last great guy who exists in my generation.

But I'm a predator. I don't fit the mold of a typical woman, yet I don't have a penis. I have a lot of power, and I love it. I want to use it. I want to make the most of it.

IrishRacer described his first date with me. I replied asking when this would be...

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Being Ignored

Do you ever notice how the second a guy stops paying attention to woman he is suddenly desirable? How the unavailable guy is more interesting? I always wonder why women get so caught up in needing and wanting the attention.

Now don't get me wrong. Mama LOOOOOVES attention. I enjoy the stares, the gawks, the undressing me with their eyes. I can't get enough of it.

BUT... I'm a predator. If a man doesn't pay me enough attention, whether it's one night at a bar or after several dates, he might as well not exist. If it's because he is shy and awkward, that sucks for him. If it is because he is hoping it will give him an edge, then he is going to attract needy women.

I'm pretty simple. Give me attention if you want to date me. Call me, email me, communicate. Because if you don't communicate OR you don't respond to my attempts (and trust me I don't try that hard), then you're on the way out.

I say this because RedSox has been paying less attention lately, not ridiculously so, but I have noticed fewer emails and a lack of the daily phone call. There could be a number of reasons (stress, surgery clerkship, business sales) from both of our ends.

BUT... I am a predator. I feel like I've already got a lot on my plate, so why should I even be caring about this?

Maybe I care because RedSox is not just one night at a bar or just a few dates. Maybe I'm not such a predator after all.

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Behind a face mask

Most of my patients are in their 40s or above, so when I saw a mid-twenties male on my OR schedule today I was secretly excited, hoping he would be hot.

There is very little eye candy at my hospital, and I desperately wanted a hottie to brighten my day.

The Lord answered my prayers. MetMan was gorgeous. Totally the preppy JCrew type. PERFECT for me. The only thing that could have made him better looking is blond hair. (But then I don't know if I could have controlled myself in the pre-op area).

I spent PLENTY of time doing my history and physical exam. I helped wheel him into the operating room, and I stood by his side as he went under general anesthesia. I am SUCH an awesome medical student.

We did a little work on his upper body, but then it was time to move down. Suddenly he was naked. This is pretty normal in the OR and everyone moved about doing their job. I observed like a good medical student... smiling the entire time.

Thank God for the face mask.

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Sadly

I didn't think anything would come of posting a craigslist ad in Chicago. I wrote that I wanted a long-distance pen pal. I miss dating, and I thought it would be fun.

I kept emailing with two guys, nothing sexual, just flirty. They both were really cute and fun for conversation.

Then yesterday I get an email from one of them saying he is in Boston for the Sox games and he would love to meet up.

Sadly I didn't hesitate. I had a crappy day, and RedSox wasn't around.

I met up with Salesboy and his friends at a local bar. He was cute, and his friends were hot. I had all my drinks paid for and it was a great time! He told me I was beautiful and that he wants to date me and that I should come out to Chicago.

How I miss men telling me that... and then he planted one on me.

I felt nothing for him, but I did enjoy the kiss.

Sadly, I don't feel bad about it.

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I knew I was outta luck the day the music died

Spring Semester 2002

When sophmore year ended, so did me and Hippie. I was pretty unhappy with our relationship anyways. I always wanted to see him. He wanted to hang out with his friends. His friends loved me and were so happy about the relationship, but they had me on watch to make sure I didn't flirt with other men. I was sort of stuck, but luckily the end of the year ended things for me... or so I thought.

In January of 2002, Hippie was back on campus after a summer and semester abroad. In the time that he was away, there was BlondEngineer, Matti, KoreanDancer and plenty of non-memorable kegs... but when I came back for the spring of 2002 I was excited to see Hippie. I was secretly hoping we could start back up. Things would be different this time around.

When I arrived at the party, I saw him but was too drunk to properly think of what to say. We said hello and hugged, but I felt weird. We didn't really chat and I didn't see him for the rest of the night.

The following week, I go out to Sligos and a lot of Hippie's housemates are there. I had just gotten back from downtown after a night with BlondEngineer, and I wasn't in the mood to think about Hippie. But they were all very excited to see me and told me that I just HAD to come to their house party on Saturday.

When Saturday came, I hit up every other party I could before heading over to Hippie's place. I was nervous, but finally I sucked it up and headed over. It was cool because there were a lot of people there, plus I had Twin with me. Hippie and I didn't really make an effort to have a conversation, but finally I got the guts to go over to him.

The attraction was still there and I totally got a vibe from him... but I was still really nervous. The entire house was watching us, waiting to see what would happen.

We didn't hook up that night, but I did stop by the following week. We finally got some alone time. It was late, and I was lying in his bed with him. I felt good. I liked him. I was so happy because this was it... our second chance.

Hippie is holding me tight and then he says, "I'm sorry Roxy but I can't hook up with you... I like someone else."

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Typical Teens

When I went to LA, my plans were to relax... do absolutely nothing.

Sister had decided otherwise.

As I've mentioned several times before, my sister and I are very, VERY different. We don't look alike. We don't act alike. Basically the only things we have in common are our family and dress/shoe size.

It used to just be our family but with Body for Life and her trainer Barry, Sister has changed her body and lifestyle.

Now it's time for more, and more involves Barry. They've been hanging out lately and Sister is unsure of what's going on. She's a bit conservative, even more old-fashioned... shy.

Me: not so much.

My mission: Get the scoop on Barry.

Sister scheduled a training session for me. I was dreading it because I haven't properly worked out in a couple months, but Barry was easy-going and great.

I chatted him up about everything from personal training to travel. I talked about myself. I flirted. I succeeded in my mission.

Afterwards, my sister invited Barry to join us for dinner. While we waited for him at the restaurant I gave her the scoop. Barry likes chicks, he is just incredibly shy.

He has never been married. He isn't aggressive with women. He is just a really nice guy. I got the impression that he might have been a dork in high school. He doesn't really know how to act around women

The other day when Sister called to tell me he made her a mix cd, that pretty much confirmed my thoughts. He's still a teenager (at 44).

Lucky for him, so is Sister. She gets giggly around him. She talks about her marriage to him.

Where will this go? I guess we'll have to wait and see. In the meantime, Sister needs to listen to the songs on that CD and see if they actually say anything.

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Riding the waves

Spring Semester 2002

In all of the confusing feelings I had about Hippie, it was very clear to me how much I was attracted to BlondEngineer. On a random wednesday night, he asked me to come over his place in the city. He is cooking for his friend's birthday and throwing a party. I told him I probably wouldn't make it since it's a school night.

Well I got my work done and squeezed in some gym time, so I hop on the train and head downtown. BlondEngineer was shocked to see me. He didn't think I was going to come... well I did and definitely made the most of the night. I met a bunch of people, ate some steak, broke a glass in a drunk stupor, etc, etc. It was getting close to midnight and I got ready to leave so I wouldn't miss the last train.

BlondEngineer would not let me leave. He even offered to pay for me cab. I was wasted and feeling good, plus I really didn't want to leave either. We got in bed and didn't really chat nor do anything. Finally BlondEngineer breaks the silence by saying he can't believe there is a girl in his bed and no hooking up going on. He tells me he wants to kiss me, but I play super hard to get until about 3am. Finally we start going at it, and I gotta say this was one of the most memorable hook-ups of my life.

No I didn't give away my virginity. That doesn't happen until 2003. The only detail I will give is this... it's a whole new experience on a waterbed.

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an unexpected relationship

Spring Semester 2002

Finally back after a winter break and straight to the first big party of the year, there he was... Hippie. I hadn't seen him since the end of last year.

I'll backtrack for a second. Sophmore year I became good friends with my neighbor HKJ. She was a label-whore/pothead from Hong Kong, and I loved everything about her. We quickly became friends and she started taking me to parties at the Swimmer/Sailor house. Going to that house felt weird for me. I didn't really know many of those people and they all kind of kept to themselves. That was about to change...

One night I'm there with HKJ and I start chatting it up with Hippie. He was adorable, great smile, nice guy, very comfortable to be around. Slowly but surely people started to leave the room, but we stuck around to keep talking. Suddenly we realized everyone was gone, so we went looking for them. Nobody was really around, but music was blaring in the empty ping-pong room. He asked if I wanted to dance, so we did... and then we started kissing.

I guess it was while kissing that people suddenly reappeared because practically everyone from upstairs made it a point to stop in the room and check us out. After kissing for a while, we finally broke apart. I went home and he went back upstairs to hang out with his friends.

The next morning, HKJ barges into my room. "You hooked up with Hippie!!! I can't believe it. Roxy, you don't understand. Hippie doesn't hook up with anyone. After you left, everyone was asking me about you. Who is Roxy? Where did she come from? How did she manage to get Hippie?"

I wasn't quite awake, but my reply was pretty typical. "What? Just another keg tapped and kicked." HKJ went on, "uh well I am ok with that, but you don't understand. Hippie is a great guy, and his friends are very protective of him. Just be aware of that."

Well, I was aware. That day I headed to the library to get my study on. It turned out a lot of the people from the Swimmer/Sailor house were there. As I walked by a couple of the girls, I heard whispers "That's HER!!" I didn't think anything of it. But then I ran across BlondDreads. This guy barely acknowledged my existence in the times I've met him through HKJ, and all of sudden "ROXY! So good to see you! Did you have fun last night? I'm glad you could come by."

Oddly, he wasn't the only one glad to see me. Throughout that day, everyone from the Swimmer/Sailor house made it a point to say hello to me with big smiles. It was weird, but I loved it.

Hippie and I started hooking up on a regular basis after that, but it wasn't all that great. I didn't think we were in a relationship, but his friends made it a big point to refer to me as Hippie's woman. They all made an extra effort to get to know me. They all would smile and say hi if we saw each other around campus. They ALL kept an eye on me and didn't like it if they thought I was flirting with other guys.

They all seemed to care so much about me and Hippie being together, and I got so caught up in the whole situation that *I* cared about being with Hippie... the only person who didn't care so much was Hippie...

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Play Nice

Fall Semester 2001

It was 4am when I finally decided to leave the Euro house and head home. I get online and see that KoreanDancer is still up. We do the online flirting thing, and then I head over to his place. We start going at it, but then things start moving too quickly and he's interested in sex. (Just a side not that I did NOT give away my virginity until 2003).

We kept going, but he kept on trying to have sex with me. Now I know most people would find that offensive, but I simply found it annoying. He doesn't know me that well, but he still wants to shag. Do I give that impression or is this just the typical male?

Well I said no, and he respected that. We did continue. and I gave him a blow job. I was shocked at how big his penis was. I think I'm gonna have an Asian fetish in the near future. The only problem I had was he stacked his bed damn near the ceiling. My head is bobbing up and down and when I get lost in the moment SMACK (back of head meets ceiling). I don't know how I didn't suffer a concussion.

Well I went home after that, but I still was slightly irked about the sex thing. The following night I went out for a night of partying and came home to once again find KoreanDancer online. Of course I'm drunk and looking for some ass, I'm also drunk and looking for a little revenge. I did, afterall, not get to resolve the whole sex issue.

So I went over to his apartment and played hard to get, leading him on for several hours. Finally I make him go down on me, telling him I'll return the favor when he's done. After I've had enough, I get up and go to the bathroom... but really I go home and let him blue ball his way to sleep.

It's all fun and games until you piss off Roxy.

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Roxy sure does LOVE blond hair

Fall Semester 2001

Classes end next monday and finals are a week later. But you know what's coming up right? NAKED CAMPUS RUN!! woo wooo... Third year in a row baby!! I know you all are excited because I'm gonna get nekked, cos I knoooow you all want me.

So speaking of wanting me, there is this guy named BlondEngineer. I actually met him over the summer. He is an engineer, blond, funny, blond, fun to chill with... and he has blond hair.

Anyways, we flirted quite a bit but never hooked up because he had a girlfriend. (Not that it should have mattered considering my behavior lately). A few weeks ago he and his girlfriend broke up and he instant messaged me to tell me. He has been IMing me ALL the time since.

I decided to play hard to get, and it's not because I didn't want to hook up with him. I actually didn't want to be his rebound. It has been tough though, especially when he keeps me on the phone for 2 hours trying to get me in a cab to come to his apartment in the city. So far it has been an endless cycle of cat and mouse between the two of us, but since we're single I can hook up with others in the meantime right? (let me finish this story and then I'll get to the others).

One night I end up going to a party in downtown Boston. I'm hanging out in my friend's room, when BlondEngineer walks in. He sees me and yells HEY. I say hi back... awkward pause... and then he leaves the room. I don't think anything of it and I continue flirting with a couple of guys at the party. Both of them give me their numbers before they leave.

I walked them out and went back up to my friends room, where low and behold BlondEngineer happens to be. He starts up a serious mack attack, but I flirt exactly the same way. It's a severe competition, and I'm shooting him down non-stop. Finally he gives up and leaves the room. Once again, I don't think anything of it and find someone else.

On my way to leave the party, I see BlondEngineer flirting with another girl. He introduces me and I chat her up like we've been best friends forever. He clearly gets annoyed because I'm not jealous. Finally I really need to get going, and BlondEngineer follows me out of the house. He asks to take me out and keeps pulling me towards him. He finally decides to try and kiss me but I turned the other cheek.

The next day I received an instant message that I broke his heart.

I may have broken his heart that night, but that is not the last of BlondEngineer...

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