ONE (more) NIGHT STAND?
Hop a plane Friday and back by Sunday.
TEMPTING. Sort of.
“Take your time.” He hasn’t asked me why I’ve waited a day or two (or three…) to get back to him. Smart guy. Gives me less of an excuse to write him off. Literally.
“I do have quite a few friends I grew up with that live in Seattle.” I’m hoping this dissuades him. What I’m hedging at is equivalent to meeting the parents. “They’d kill me if I didn’t tell them I was in town.”
“That’s great!” He’s genuinely stoked. “We definitely should have dinner with them.”
Ahem… WE are NOT dating. Did I completely miss something in the disconnect?
What happened to the simple ONE night stand? No dinner involved and very LITTLE alcohol was needed in sealing the deal. ONE hook up. ONE!
Look, I get that I should walk away. There’s many an escape route that I’ve executed flawlessly. Really. You’ve used them, too, I’m sure: Grandma’s croaked, dog’s got a rectal infection, work overload, etc.
Then again, there’s a hitch: mutual friends. Especially when they’re “work-related” friends. DAMN. Life’s a bitch. I’ll swear by it.
I can already picture my pseudo-therapist’s smirk: “You sure know how to pick ‘em.”
What an ASS. I absolutely HATE that he’s right.
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Sounds like it’s turning into a fling now…