It is now 8am Saturday and I have been awake for just under 26 hours. What we go through for lust…

My night began with a birthday party for my former boss. It was a regular shmooze fest where I politely chatted away with his friends from college, most of whom are in the music industry and it would be good to talk to them. But I just wasn’t feeling up to it. I left that party just around 8:45 to head out to Brooklyn where my best friend had a show of her own. When I got there the place was pretty empty except her me, her a mutual friend of ours and a boy I didn’t know…a cute boy I didn’t know. I was introduced to this boy who happened to be a songwriter as well. He’s in town from LA for the weekend to play some shows. He seems nice, we hit it off. I’m thinking “okay, I could totally make out with this boy tonight and feel pretty good about that.” So we flirt, pretty consistently all night while my best friend is playing. We were being a tad bit rude. After her set she comes up to me to give me some information.

“you know Alex (the cute songwriter boy) and I hooked up once? That doesn’t mean you can’t hook up with him, I just want to make sure that isn’t weird for you.”

I explained to her that it wasn’t really weird at all to me. Is that weird? Whatever, I continue to flirt. As the night progresses we realize there are a few obstacles ahead of our night. 1) my best friend want to go home soon. She’s tired and she’s had a long day. 2) Alex is staying on her couch.

I had no desire to hook up with some strange boy in my best friends apartment on her couch. It just wasn’t gonna happen. I’m about to give up and go home when our friend Jason suggests that Alex crash at his place so my best friend can go home and get some sleep. Alex, looking at me, jumps at this suggestion. Hey I’m game, I’m ready for an adventure.

We leave the music venue around 3am and immediately head for Pizza…

You know what, I’m so damn tired I have to go to bed. This story is To be continued…