Some guys just make it so easy to say no
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I’m clearly being tested on my resolution to not date the bad guys. Thankfully, they continue to make moves that are easy to resist.
Pierre sent me a facebook message, asking me when I was available to go for drinks. Drinks that I said I was good for TWO WEEKS AGO.
The last time I heard from him was when he had just gotten back from Paris. He happened to be in the office, for both a second interview and to discuss the terms of the purchase of his company. Before he came in, I got a text message saying that he was on the way to the office and wanted to know if I was interested in getting drinks soon. I wrote back that I was good for that week, just let me know when he was available.
Intense flirting, texting and grinning ensued while he was in the office and wasn’t talking to my boss. When he walked out, he shook my hand, gave me a sly smile and told me it was good to see me again, as always. That was the last I’d heard from him.
Until now.
With the added complications of buying his company and potentially working together, I told him that seeing him for drinks is obviously not a good idea. Not that I needed another reason to say no other than the fact that he took TWO WEEKS to ask me out.
I hope I can maintain this resolution when if we’re seeing each other every day.
Going for dinner with Ethan tonight.
Sex With the Ex
Ethan came back into my life a couple of weeks ago.
He’s a beautiful investment banker that I had dated briefly over the summer and broke up with around August. We hadn’t spoken since things ended. Mostly due to the fact for the past few months I had sleeping with someone in his circle of friends. Which, coincidentally was the same reason that we broke up.
With the other guy now out of the picture, I think it was easier for him to consider being friends with me. A simple email exchange grew into him lending me his parking spot for a day while my office parking garage was under construction. I stopped in to say hi as I left the office, ready to head to the airport to go home for Christmas.
Slightly awkward conversation ensued as he offered a few times to take me to the airport, making fun of me for being such an independent, hard-headed bastard that I refused to accept help from anyone. I eventually gave in and bought him dinner and as we climbed into his car, he leaned over and kissed me.
Shit. I never learn.
Of course I yelled at him and told him that it was the dumbest idea ever and he agreed. He said he just like to kiss me and would never even think about dating me again. I was actually ok with that. We kissed some more.
We made out a bit more when he dropped me off at the terminal and I offered to pick him up after his own Christmas vacation when he landed back in LA in a couple of weeks.
So, he got in last night and offered to buy me dinner for picking him up. I’ve been so tired of the Westside scene recently, I’ve really just been craving the glitz and douchebaggery of Hollywood. When I mentioned this, he made reservations for a great upscale restaurant/bar in Hollywood. After dinner, we hit up a new club, greasing the bouncer on the way in to bypass the line. God, I love investment bankers.
We both drank a little too much at the club and ended up back at his place with a pile of clothes on the bedroom floor, waking the neighbors at 3am.
I really don’t ever learn.
This is where it gets tricky though. If he calls, texts or emails within the next 3 days, I’m pretty sure that I can’t keep a casual-sex thing going because it will definitely mean that he’s still too into me and we’ll end up in the same damn place again.
I’ll keep you updated.
I wonder if Pierre’s back from Paris yet…
Pierre
I did something bad.
Well, technically I haven’t done anything bad yet, but I’m totally going to.
I met Pierre while I was interviewing him for a position at my company. Yes, I was interviewing him. As I was trying to stick to the line of questioning I had about his SEO and SEM strategies, I just kept thinking to myself, “We can’t hire this guy, I’m totally going to sleep with him”.
A few weeks after the interview, hearing nothing about the job, he asked me out over email. Hadn’t heard anything else about him from my boss about bringing him on the team, so I figured that we probably wouldn’t hire him and it was ok to down a couple cocktails with the Parisian. As soon as we sat down to have drinks, he informs me that he has another interview with my CEO the following day. Great.
The date goes fantastically. His French accent makes my clothes want to fall off and I drink a little more than I had planned on. He tries to convince me to go to dinner with him at 10pm in Hollywood but I have to get up early for a meeting and I will totally sleep with him if we leave the bar together, which goes against my no-sex-on-the-first-date policy. I pull myself away and have an awkward goodbye as we’re rushed by the valet bringing the car. I want to grope him, but settle for polite kisses on the cheek. Seriously, I can’t even get some outside the shirt action?
He shows up at my office the next day and flirts with me over text as he sits 6 feet away and waits for his interview with the CEO. This is most likely going to end badly or in a lot of awkwardness.
I still want to sleep with him.
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