Going Away Party

I was in a fabulous mood all yesterday. When I left work it was snowing! I stood in the wet for a while trying to find a taxi and when I got one I headed to the sauna/spa -- the really nice one I like. It was a little piece of heaven. Usually, I get the scrub but this time I just decided to buy the soaps and do it myself because I had to shave my legs anyway. The hot water was soooo nice on such a cold day. Did I mention that my workplace is freezing?? Everyone gathered around the gas heaters like a fire, blowing on and warming their hands. My shoes suck, so my feet are freezing everyday. I have my eye on a pair of really nice boots but...ah, expensive!

I had the opportunity to put my new rule/s into action last night and I was successful! Let me explain.

After the sauna, I went to the local pub where the good-bye party was supposed to be, but it was only ten so no one was there yet. Into my 2nd beer, K (we'll call him) and his friend who I've never met before, show up. K is very attractive; but he's one of those guys who knows it, I think. Though he's very friendly and likable, he has zero trouble getting women.
His friend was tall, dark and handsome as well. (big smile). And married (bummer). But interesting! (content). We talked for a couple of hours he and I. He's French, from Paris! Ah, so of course I thought of H. and when he said he was French he said: "sorry, no one is perfect."
I said, "I like the French."
"Really? It's the first time I've heard that."
Some things were a little funny like when I made some comment about French people having their spouse, their lover and their mistress:
"Pffft. It's not true. French women cheat a lot, but French men are very serious." He tells me.
Fast forward an hour later and he tells me his wife is at home, he likes to go out drinking with friends and "sometimes it 'happens' sure." Then he tells me I'm pretty and when I say, I think he's very attractive and if he was single, for sure, but I don't fool around with married people or even with guys who have girlfriends, he shrugs it off.
"Yeah, you say that now, but after a few more drinks."
"No. I tell him, "about this I am very firm."
He's extremely congenial, talkative, fun and interesting. He says we met two years too late. My ego is sufficiently stroked.
The evening wears on. K. comes over and the French guys says to him, "gimme a kiss." K. puts his hand over the French's cheek and kisses his hand. I say, "where's my kiss?" Touching my cheek and smiling.
"You." He says, and takes my face in his hands and gives me a full on kiss! Whou hou!
Then he wants to leave, wants us three to have a drink at his apartment. Somehow I think this'll be harmless enough (did I mention the room was spinning for me an hour back? hadn't eaten in about 8 hours, went to the sauna, drank a shot of tequila K. had bought for me). But then, I get outside and realize, if I go back, something will happen and K. is quite drunk and is quite a bit ahead of me and the French guy. The French says, "let's go somewhere and have another drink, K. is too drunk anyway."
"I should go home before I get into any trouble." I say. "The taxi's are right there. But you have my number, yeah?"
When I get home and crawl under the covers I get a text from him that reads: "Wise choice. Good night Amanda!"

T. invited me over to her house for game night tonight. It should be fun, though I always lose at games...

Really, really wish I could get McDonalds delivered. So damned hungry!!