continued from PART 1...
“hey why are you not talking to me?... i’m so bored here... “
“i see you have a new boy with you tonight?... quite cute too !”
from the moment i saw that message... i don’t know what got into me.. maybe i had one too many sips of my girly cocktail but i snatched the phone from FATTY’S FAT hands and messaged gorgeous back saying...
“hi ! i’m N!loc ! nice to meet you!... why the hell are u chatting over the phone when he is right here just a few seats away from you ?”
“is this what technology has made us into?? chatting over phone rather than face to face??”
“oh ...and by the way... i think you’re pretty cute too”.. (insert smiley face)
and we ended up exchanging phone numbers that night... and it was all recorded on FATTY’S iphone message chat log ! lol
by the end of the night... FATTY was nice enough to pay for the drinks although i did offer to pay too but he insisted on it... and on the ride home... at a traffic light intersection... FATTY just blurted out...
“do you want to come back to my home and sleep over ?”
he used the term “sleep over” very loosely... and even as naive as i was... i still knew what that meant... and i politely declined... and what happened next was one of the most dangerous situations i have ever gotten myself into since starting this whole "i should put myself more OUT there (phase)" and taking chances on guys i barely knew..
his tone of voice changed... as he tried to persuade me to spend the night with him... but i kept declining as nicely as i could... until he raised his voice and pulled out the “BUT I PAID FOR DRINKS TONIGHT!!!!??(card) ”... then there was a short but scary awkward silence between us.. and what was going through my head was
(gosh... so a guy pays for drinks and then automatically expects me to pay him back by spending the night with him???... classic ... just classic...)
then he said...”SO??? WHATS IT GONNA BE???”... (and i declined for the last time)
i somehow managed to get home in one piece thinking he would just kick me out of his car but thankfully he didn’t... i will always remember how i got myself in that almost dangerous situation that could have escalated into something bigger than it was... (thank god he was only half drunk)...
and just so you know... FATTY’S ex boyfriend was also “PLAYER’S” ex boyfriend a.k.a” HUBBY”... click "HERE" to see the bigger picture...
(seriously... it’s like 6 degrees of gay separation !)