I want to say I was turning/had just turned 23 when this happened.
A couple of girlfriends and I were headed out for a night of fun. Of course we were dressed up, had our hair done, and our make-up was perfectly applied. We ended up going out to a bar owned by a local sports announcer's family. It was packed as always on a Saturday night. Lost of drinks, some innocent flirting, and then it was time to move on. We all hopped in one car and headed out (leaving my car behind).
We headed to a nearby bar that stayed open later than most in the area. This is where the real fun got started.
Martinis were flowing and my friends and I were having a great time. We ended up talking to a group of guys. They were cute and funny. It got to be pretty late and my girls were ready to head home...of course I wasn't. I made the brilliant decision to stay behind and accept a ride home from one of the guys. A ride is certainly what I got...just not to my house.
We ended up back at his condo and had
HA! We couldn't have been more wrong. Imagine our surprise when we ran into each other the following week...in an office building...in the same elevator....heading to the SAME OFFICE!!! I don't remember exactly what was going through my head but I'm sure it was something along the lines of "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Talk about the longest elevator ride of my life.
See, my birthday is in September, which happens to be when a fair amount of new people start at my office each year. That's really the only reason I'm pretty sure this took place around my birthday...because I'd never seen him around the office before. I mean it's a big place and the employees are spread out over several floors of the building, but I'm certain I would have seen him around or at least heard his name if he'd been here for any amount of time before our encounter.
And yes, we're still co-workers, but thankfully we only run into each other a few times a year.
Fast forward 5 1/2 years later...I'm sitting around drinking with friends and one of their husbands asks if I know someone. I immediately start laughing...thinking of this story, and of course I share the story with everyone that was there. Come to find out my friend is actually attending the out of town bachelorette party for this guys soon-to-be-bride. FUCK ME! That's what I get for opening my big mouth...I should have just said, "Yep. I know him," and left it at that.
I promise you...this shit would never happen in any other large-ish city. This place is seriously just a big small town. If you meet a random guy at a bar, it will come back to bite you in the ass. Everyone knows fucking everyone.