Craig and I had plans to grab drinks after work on Tuesday night. After what happened the last time we hung out, I was sort of skeptical, but I figured that after our conversation about how I did not want to date right now he would be respectful and lay off. Around lunch time he asked me if I wanted to meet for drinks at the bar at the Mandarin Oriental at the Time Warner Center. I had never been there and was excited about trying out a fancy new bar!
When I showed up there, however, my stomach turned. There was no “bar” at the Mandarin Oriental. It turns out it’s just a lounge area with big plush couches. I arrived first and found out that Craig had reserved a table. Crap. It was a table right near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook all of Columbus Circle and the southern entrance to Central Park. Double crap.
Craig arrived and we had a nice time. I tried to play it cool and pretend that we were definitely not out on a date. But at the end of the night, Craig with the Man-Baby Face tried to kiss me. I WAS SO PISSED OFF! Didn’t we go through this the last time? Did he think a few weeks passing and a drink would change my mind? I was so annoyed. And even worse, he seemed PISSED OFF THAT I WOULDN’T KISS HIM!
Who are YOU, Man-Baby Face, that you think I OWE YOU anything?! Who are YOU that you think are are even remotely close to deserving my kiss? Clearly he is someone who is delusional, cause that shit ain’t never gonna happen.
When I got home, I called Colin. I felt awful and sort of guilty and I wanted him to know what had happened. He didn’t pick up. I think he was sleeping.
