nothing good happens after 2am...

names have been changed to protect the innocent... and the not so innocent...

saturday night rolls around and after the syracuse game (tear!) i head downtown to meet my friend Kicks (because he has the best kicks in the planet!), his GF, and his best friend, Cute, are at a Bday party at one of those super trendy bars in the lower east side that doesn’t have a sign and is impossible to find. i’m still bummed from the syracuse loss, but i go anyway, and i finally find it.

i walk in, say hi to Kicks and GF and everything is fine. then GF wanders off and Kicks goes after her. so i’m left standing in a crowd of 20 drunk girls whose main concern was taking a photo cute enough for facebook. (sidenote: if you are worried about that, you probably should have taken it earlier when you all weren’t such drunk messes!)

so, i go over to say hi to Cute, who is sitting off to the side, and we start chatting. (now i should probably mention, for the sake of full disclosure, that i’ve met Cute a bunch of times before, and quite frankly, think he’s cute. simple as that. he’s cute, but we’re also becoming friends because of our mutual friend, Kicks. and i've been nervous about making a move because of said mutual friend.) so we’re talking, blah blah blah. how are you? what have you been up to? blah blah blah.

and the next thing i know, GF is yelling at me to come over. she actually yells at me to come over to hers, and then she walks over, grabs my hand, and drags me away.

because apparently, Bday girl wants to hook up with Cute. and i am not allowed to talk to him. (i think her words were something along the lines of “Bday girl is trying to hook up with Cute. So you can’t talk to him!” and then she pushes (LITERALLY PUSHES!) Bday girl over to Cute.

yeah.
time to go.
i don’t need bitchy drunk-girl drama.

i find Kicks, tell him that i’m heading home and that it was great to see him. he stops me and tells me that he, GF, and Cute are all leaving too and I should cab with them. I try to just get the hell of out there, but quite frankly, cabs are expensive, and all 4 of us live within 10 blocks of each other.

so i agree to leave with them. it was a bad decision, but it made sense at the time.

so we finally get GF peeled away from all her drunk-ass friends and we head outside where GF proceeds to whine at Cute about why he’s not going home with Bday girl because “omigawd! you really should!”

so we’re waiting for a cab and i can’t help but think – if Cute wanted to, he could have totally gone home with BDay girl. but quite frankly, he looked pretty damn uncomfortable when GF pushed Bday girl at him.

so we grab a cab. and there are 4 of us. so i, trying to be magnanimous, offer to sit up front. and Cute immediately says “i think it needs to be one of those 4 people in the back of a cab kind of nights!” i try to offer again (it’s a long ride and i don’t want to cramp people) but Cute reiterates it and says “come on” and then smiles at me. so of course i hop my cute butt in the back of the cab.

and we’re off!

and i can’t help but notice that Cute’s leg is pressed right up against mine. and he’s not moving it. and i can’t help but think that maybe i’m reading way way way too much into it, but maybe, just maybe, he actually WANTED to sit next to me in the cab... maybe...

so Cute and i start talking and pretty soon GF starts in on Cute again – insisting that he start texting her. now, i’m not exactly one to take my advice from tv shows, but i must give a shout-out to “how i met your mother” – if it’s after 2am, go home! nothing good happens after 2am. and interestingly enough, Cute seems to agree with what’s flying around in my head. he politely declines and tries to change the subject. which does not go well. GF is pissed. she starts in on him – why won’t he text her...it’s her bday...blah blah.

and then, i just can’t help it. i laugh. now, it’s not one of those out-loud, rolling on the floor, can’t contain yourself laughs. it’s merely a closed-mouth chuckle. and i’m not laughing AT Cute, and I’m not laughing AT GF. ok, maybe i AM laughing at GF. but it’s funny. i find her dedication to this to be hillarious.

and then she flips the F out. tells me to shut up, tells Kicks that i’m bitchy, and really annoying her, and that i have “no idea of the whole story” (i can’t help but think that the whole story is that, at the end of the night, Cute DID NOT want to go home with Bday girl. end of story.)

Kicks is trying to get her to quiet down and Cute is mumbling something that sounds apologetic. and finally GF shuts up and we have quiet for the remaining 60 blocks and i just stare out the window. and i’m actually pretty upset. i don’t hang out with people who bitch each other out and crazy drunk girls who think they’re in the middle of some bad reality tv show. this is just not my scene (thank god!)

so we finally get uptown and all pile out of the cab and GF immediately walks aways and starts yapping on her cell, giving me the death-glare. ugh. so i say goodnight to Kicks (who apologizes profusely) and he goes to GF to get her drunk-ass home.

and all of a sudden, it's just Cute and me.

and he starts walking, and i start walking, and Cute is being really nice. and i can’t help but think (and maybe i’m reading way way way too much into this) that in his “i’m so sorry, that was crazy...blah blah blah... she always thinks she can control my life...blah blah blah... i’m so sorry…) that maybe, just maybe, he might be interested in me. (i know it’s a stretch, but i can wonder, right?)

so we finally get to his door and it’s sorta awkward in a “well, this is me” sort of way (he actually says that – it’s cute.) so i thank him for being so nice, and he gives me a hug (yay!).

and all of a sudden i’m all smiley and happy and really don’t give a crap about the crazy girl. because Cute just hugged me. yay.

xoxo

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