So I'll tell him it bothered me and see what he says. Anyways, thanks for helping me decide what to do, ladies. I was freaking out with indecision.
Alexis
Revenge Is Sweet
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: