That One Guy

You know That One Guy? The one who always makes things difficult, annoying, frustrating, or just generally suck for those around him? Well, he was there this week. He was loud, obnoxious, rude, and lewd. And, I don't do lewd. He hit on every woman there (and most were middle aged married women). I have a feeling that he didn't spend a single night alone in his bed. Well, that's totally not true. If he had his way that would have been the case—I doubt he had his way.

At one point he was so persistant in hitting on me that I had to say, "blah blah blah my boyfriend blah blah blah." That worked. Thank Heavens. Also, Thank Bill for being my boyfriend for a day and a half. Tragically, neither of us got any of the fun benefits from our flash-in-the-pan relationship.