Very, very interesting.

Friday night was rather drunken and ended at the same bar as Walk of Shame Boy (WSB). The night was coming to a close and, after nothing more than casual conversation throughout the night, WSB blurts out, "So, do you want to come home with me." Um, no. Even if Guy from Work hadn't been there or if I hadn't had bad underwear on, unshaven legs and things to do Saturday morning, the answer would have been no. There was some begging and pleading (on his part) and I pointed out, for the record, that even if I were to go home with him I still wouldn't sleep with him and then he tried to convince me that he "just wanted someone to lay next to." Um, give me a break. I told him that I didn't believe him, he'd change his mind when we got home, and then say more mean things to me.

So I left.

And when I woke up Saturday morning he had emailed me. And we've emailed on and off the past two days. So its very, very interesting that when I did go home with him I didn't hear from him and when I didn't go home with him he shows some interest. I guess a little hard to get (not that I'm sure thats what I'm doing, I might just not be interested) is sometimes a good thing.

Kind of crazy weekend was rounded out with a few uneventful bike rides and runs ... not worth going into detail here.

In other news, Guy from Work lent me some CDs. One, The Hold Steady, has a line "I've had kisses that make judas seem sincere." Not suprisingly, I like that line ...