City Kat

My weekend was crap.

Janelle ended up meeting her married guy in the club on Friday night, and after a makeout session she came to her senses and told him she didn’t want to see him again. And if you know guys, you’ll know that he didn’t take this seriously. I wish she’s told him this at the end of our evening instead of just shortly after we got the to bar. Then at least our whole night wouldn’t have been spent trying to hide from the creep.

All of us ended up going home early, and Janelle begged to stay at my house. She was afraid that MG (we’ll call him that: Married Guy = MG) would be at her apartment waiting for her. So she slept on my couch. I only had a sheet to give her, no extra blankets so I’m sure it wasn’t the best sleep she’d ever had. Maybe that will teach her a lesson.

I woke up pissed off on Saturday and even more peeved when I went out into the living room and saw her smiling face.

“Are you mad at me?” She had the nerve to ask.

“Yes, I’m mad at you.” Coffee would be helpful. My head was pounding.

“For staying here?”

“No, for ruining our night! Janelle, we told you he was only trouble and you still made out with him. He’s married! And now, he’s not only wasting your time, he’s wasting your friend’s time too.”

“I’m sorry.” Did I just see her roll her eyes?

“I don’t mind you staying here, I would really rather you did that than go home to a stalker and who knows what would happen. But you’re going to have to do something about him or he’s going to ruin every night we go out. Especially if he doesn’t stop going to Blue Spot. What’s with that anyways??”

“He wants to see me…” A sly little smile. She doesn’t get it.

“Whatever,” I give up. Let her life her own life and let me drink my coffee. I added more cream and stirred in the sugar.

“A guy stopped in this morning.” Janelle wrapped her sheet around herself and layed her head on the back of the couch.

“A guy? What guy?”

“You know that guy we met a couple weeks ago at Blue Spot? The one you liked. He left that for you,” she pointed to a yellow envelope on the counter. “He’s kinda cute.”

“I know, we’ve gone on a couple dates…it’s a Polaroid picture…weird.” The back of it read: Meet me here 2pm. The picture was of a bakery down the street from me. I grinned. He likes me.

So maybe my whole weekend wasn’t ruined.

But more on this later…I have to leave for work!