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I've learned the hard way that even if you know someone for three years, and think they're your completely platonic friend of the opposite sex, it's not always the case.
Let me back up. Last night, I met up at the bar with my girls Jamie and Natalie. We had a few drinks, smoked a few cigs, and went home a little before bar close.
A few minutes after I get in the door, my cell rings. It's Adam, my first friend at MATC. My completely normal, hang-out-on-a-saturday-night-with-a-bottle-of-vodka-and-watch-trashy-tv-with-friend.
But apparently, that isn't the case anymore. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Adam: What's up baby?
Me: Just got home from the bar. What're you doing?
Adam: Thinking about you.
Me: ... Okay. Wanna come have a few drinks?
Adam: It's not drinks I wanna have.
Me: Um. What?
Adam: I'm going to the porn store. Mind if I bring some friends to your place?
Me: Like who?
At this point, a girl snatches the phone, informs me that they're going to buy condoms, and then head over. There's a pause, and then Adam comes back on the phone.
Me: Dude, I'm not looking to fuck a bunch of people tonight.
Adam: Well, how about just me and my friend?
Me: How about no?
We hang up, and then a while later, the girl calls me again. And tells me that they're on their way over. To which I tell her that they can come if they want, but I'm not opening the door.
I then proceeded to pass out on the sofa while watching late night infomercials, and didn't wake up until ten minutes before I had to get to work.
I think I'm scarred for life.
Let me back up. Last night, I met up at the bar with my girls Jamie and Natalie. We had a few drinks, smoked a few cigs, and went home a little before bar close.
A few minutes after I get in the door, my cell rings. It's Adam, my first friend at MATC. My completely normal, hang-out-on-a-saturday-night-with-a-bottle-of-vodka-and-watch-trashy-tv-with-friend.
But apparently, that isn't the case anymore. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Adam: What's up baby?
Me: Just got home from the bar. What're you doing?
Adam: Thinking about you.
Me: ... Okay. Wanna come have a few drinks?
Adam: It's not drinks I wanna have.
Me: Um. What?
Adam: I'm going to the porn store. Mind if I bring some friends to your place?
Me: Like who?
At this point, a girl snatches the phone, informs me that they're going to buy condoms, and then head over. There's a pause, and then Adam comes back on the phone.
Me: Dude, I'm not looking to fuck a bunch of people tonight.
Adam: Well, how about just me and my friend?
Me: How about no?
We hang up, and then a while later, the girl calls me again. And tells me that they're on their way over. To which I tell her that they can come if they want, but I'm not opening the door.
I then proceeded to pass out on the sofa while watching late night infomercials, and didn't wake up until ten minutes before I had to get to work.
I think I'm scarred for life.