Two dear friends invited me out for drinks tonight at La Duni NorthPark. I was happy not to be going home and wallowing in sadness (i.e. getting drunk by myself - it's true, it's what I would have done). I walk into the restaurant and immediately recognize someone I went to high school with who is my FB friend and I haven't seen in 16 years, which was weird, but nice to see a familiar face I haven't seen a while other than in a tiny little square of a photo.
I sit down and I'm having drinks with my friends and we're talking about all different topics one of which is ex-boyfriends (not the most recent one) and no kidding about 10 minutes later my phone starts ringing and it's one of my exes. CRAZY! I normally would not answer my phone, but to entertain my guests, I did. He was actually calling to see if I wanted to go on a double date with the girl he is dating. A day late, a note short there, buddy. I realized he had not read my FB posts this week, so had no idea I was not with my boyfriend any longer. I told him very briefly what happened and his tune changed drastically. He wanted to know where I was and what I was doing. I politely said I was having drinks with friends at La Duni North Park (never giving my location again to an ex) then going home. We ended our call shortly there after. A few minutes later I start getting calls from him again. When I don't answer, I start getting texts. The guy wants to meet me even though I said I had no interest in meeting up when I spoke to him on the phone.
I finish up with my friends and go retrieve my car from the valet. As I'm driving out of the valet, I see this ex walking past my car. I hope he doesn't see me and thankfully, he doesn't. He's a really nice guy, but I don't know how I could have been more clear about not wanting to do anything. I call my friends I just finished having drinks with and say you're never going to believe what happened and I tell them the story. As soon as I hang up with them, my phone is ringing again. The guy still is trying to meet me and I say, "I'm going home. I've had a rough week. I just need to be by myself with my guinea pigs." Granted, the guinea pigs are in their cage and really I'm just going to watch some tv by myself, but I thought that was nice touch.
I call my mom to tell her about my fun evening and my phone starts ringing again. I don't answer it and continue to tell her what is going on. I pull into my garage and am finally assured I will be alone.
My phone rings again and I don't answer. Then I receive a text that says, "I'm coming over.". Really, didn't I just say "no" to going out, so coming over has about a 0% chance. Plus, the "creepy" factor has now reached an all new height. I am happy to say I'm locked, dead bolted, and alarm set in for the night.
Wow, this is a lot for someone who doesn't typically go out and who was just trying to have a quiet evening with friends to help recover from the events of this week.
Let the fun begin (at least I hope it begins)!
