I was looking forward to a night in with Chardonnay last night.
Much needed decompression was in order.
The ex texted me earlier in the day telling me he was going to be in my neighborhood for an old coworkers bday party.
I said 'have fun'. Then he said I should come meet him. I texted back and said maybe I'd be around later.
I wasn't about to throw in my Saturday night solo date for him.
I started relaxing and drinking. The bottle got lower. 11PM he texted me asking if I was going to come by. I turned off Lifetime, blasted some music and dressed as sexy casual as I could.
When I got to the bar I found him talking to another couple.
He introduced them to me as married friends from college. He introduced me to them, as an old coworker of his. Charming, right?
I stared at him for a few seconds and then he ordered me a beer.
We all talked and drank till about 2am when the other couple left.
It was around this time I realized I was drunk but still got another beer.
I ended up telling him about some family stuff going on.
I broke my own rule. I had always wanted to keep it light, keep him at a distance. Don't put my weight on to him.
I immediately changed the conversation. I was starting to slur.
Charming, I know.
I was at the point of drunkeness where I was only reacting to things happening and no longer connected to my thoughts. You know that point right?
When you get more quiet and less reckless. Reckless would've been three beers less and tequila.
He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He texted me later saying how good it was to see me. I didn't respond.
Don't worry. I'm not sucked in.
Sooner rather then later I'm going to close this chapter.
Another make out with him would be nice though.
That's all I want at this point.
But in the mean time, it's nice to get the free beer.
Tomorrow night, I see C. It's been 3.5 weeks.
That chapter will either close after tomorrow or be extended. Stay tuned.