I Just Ran Into the New Cute Guy in My Building
And I couldn’t have looked worse.
I ran into the really cute guy who just moved into my building. He’s not nice. He’s incredibly nice. He makes me smile. I saw him coming. I wanted to hide. Really, I did.
I could not have looked worse.
I thought I could duck down to get a quick cup of coffee.
But no, I must make my second worst impression on the new cute guy. He hasn’t necessarily seen me at my best. Or at least, not depending on how you look at it.
The first time we met I got unexpectedly drunk.
Let me explain.
There was a pre-Halloween event in my building. I wasn’t drinking. I only went down to grab some food for my son. The guy who does most of our events was getting ready to leave. He’s super nice.
He makes the best vodka drinks.
On this night, everyone was drinking wine.
He had soaked strawberries in a vodka mixture for two days. He knows that I always rave about his cocktails. He didn’t want to pack it back up with him so he left me a pitcher of it.
I sat with a couple of my friends in the building and decided to drink some of it. I mean, waste not, want not. He did put a lot of…
