Ya, a lot of ppl want to know lol...I guess I am a tease...

 

So this convo happened to me today with me and my Art Angel, who we shall call Crystal.

 

Me: So those graphics, could we get them like tomorrow?

Crystal: No.

Me: Oh..uhm, ok

Crystal: I’m not going to give them to you till you tell me what happened with Bookstore.

Me: Wha?

Crystal: Ya, who was your booty call at the Westin on Friday?

Me: Well, you’re gonna have to find out next time I send my NL ;)

Crystal: Well, I guess that’s when you’ll get your graphics too then ;)

 

OMG! By the way, please know I love Crystal and she’s great and her FB page for her designs is here somewhere – I can’t remember what it is but she’s really talented and I’m just having a bit of fun at her expense so no need to go after her lol. But it totally highlights ppl who have been like well, what happened. You never finished your story. And it’s true – I didn’t get a chance to send my update yesterday because I was busy putting the finishing touches on Mergers & Acquisitions.

 

To summarize, Bookstore and I met for a drink last Friday at the Westin St. Francis. The moment I walked in, I was like omg, my knees are jelly because he looked so good in this J Crew shirt that was unbuttoned but I could totally make out his body underneath it and these faded jeans. Like his wardrobe is screaming “I’m so hot, AND I’m a Silicon Valley millionaire”

 

So the following is a dramatization sorta of what our convo was like over a couple drinks:

 

Me: I need you to know that your texts the other day were sorta offensive

Bookstore: Offensive?

Me: Ya, you totally send me orchids. And then talk about wanting to be casual. And then actually pretend like I’ve betrayed you.

Bookstore: Right.

Me: And then you decided to come over anyways? And so what if someone was over? You were the one who wanted to be casual.

Bookstore: Uh huh.

Me: And how dare you assume just because he was leaving my floor that he was seeing me. And that I have like 1000 guys lining up to do me.

Bookstore: Yup.

Me: And then deciding even after you get on my floor that somehow he slept with me. I mean, he (WineBar) could have been anyone. He could have been just a friend. You don’t know that.

Bookstore: Yeah.

Me: So then trying to pin it on me is just wrong.

Bookstore: Ok.

 

At this point it occurs to me that I’ve been talking and this guy is just giving me one word answers.

 

So I ask:

 

Me: Do you have anything to say that’s over 1 syllable?

Bookstore: (pauses for a bit). Nah

 

Me: This is funny?

Then he smirks and shrugs.

 

 

I mean, am I wrong here? Am I asking for too much? This guy is totally being an asshole. I mean, I get the whole funny and cocky and be a bit of an asshole to keep the girl interested and pick her up but he was just doing this out of spite. Like some guys have refined the art of being douche-y to the point where they do it just to get under your skin.

But he wants to bring a knife to a gun fight? That’s cool. I’m bringing a mother effing tank. You think you can mess with the power of woman, dear lil’ Bookstore? Wait till you get a taste of how I fight back. So I excuse myself and go to the restroom. Where I call WineBar.

 

“Hello?” he answers.

“Can you speak in more than one syllable?” I ask.

“Of course I can. And I don’t wear women’s panties. What’s with all these strange questions?” he asks me.

 

That’s a lot of syllables. And he doesn’t wear women’s panties. This is like the perfect guy now apparently.

 

“Meet me at the Westin St. Francis,” I tell him. “I’m gonna rock your world.”

 

Of course, I also texted him that he should get the hotel room unless he wanted me to get it, but I figured since I was the one giving him the cookie, he should pay for the jar, ya know? I managed to keep the convo going one sided with Bookstore, and I promise I really did give him more chances. I was ready to cancel on WineBar at any point after I got back from the restroom if I got ONE indication this guy cared and wasn’t just going through the motions of being an asshole. But no.

 

Nothing.

 

When WineBar texted that he was in the lobby checking in, I looked at Bookstore.

 

“I don’t think this is gonna work out between us, Bookstore,” I said at the end. “And I gotta go” I told him.

“Where?” he asked. That’s when WineBar came into the bar.

 

I just shrugged and smiled.

 

“Bye” I said.

 

And went over to kiss WineBar. And we went to the elevator.

 

Revenge was sweet. And orgasmic.

Hugs and kisses and lots of love!

Alexis