Things are not always as they seem.

So... so maybe I'm not as fucked up as I thought? Or maybe I am, but maybe my gut feelings, when they warn me away from a guy, are not wrong.

I did not bail on lunch with the coworker, and we actually had a really nice time. Saw him a few other times outside of work, and ended up joining him at a wedding reception on Saturday night. He was in the wedding, but I just crashed it later for the dancing and open bar. Unfortunately, things went downhill from there.

I think people can reveal a lot about themselves while drunk. Not always, but sometimes you get a glimpse of them that you otherwise wouldn't. Add to the alcohol trying to impress his friends and trying to impress me, and color me... well, unimpressed. Also, our kissing styles just do not really mesh. (I can be so diplomatic sometimes.) As time went/goes on, he seems less like he's making himself available, and a little more pushy/desperate.

Ugh. I have this fear of people encountering my blog. If you are a true internet sleuth, you can find it, even if you don't even know I have a blog. So I fear there are, right now, coworkers reading this. Coworkers who suspect this guy and I have been seeing each other, but who we have told otherwise. Coworkers who barely know me, but know and love this guy. Perhaps even this guy himself? Hopefully I'm just paranoid. If not... well, then I'm sorry you're reading this. But hey, it's my blog, and I did, after all, call it (Mis)Adventures in Life and Love, did I not? So I'll continue unabashedly.

Around 2am, I got fed up with how the night was going. Knowing I was unable to drive, though, I didn't have many options. So I texted the only person I know in Minneapolis proper (who, bonus, I figured was very likely to be out at 2am on a Saturday): the tall, charming ginger from the bar from February. He called me back, happened to be approximately three blocks from where I was, and came to pick me up in the lobby. I told coworker he was my cousin, and away we went.

The night quickly made a complete turnaround. It was quiet and cozy. We had hot chocolate. I got a tour of his apartment, which I hadn't seen all of last time I was there. We talked about how I thought he was blowing me off and then he thought I was blowing him off, and that's apparently why we haven't reconnected (I'm still a little wary of the details here.. but I'm willing to let it slide for now). He let me crash my drunken self at his place. Church bells woke us up in the morning. He told me I have beautiful eyes, and he drove me back to my car.

I hope I hear from him again, but based on last time, I'm not getting my hopes too high. If nothing else, it was the perfect end to a strange evening.

(Mis)adventures indeed.