Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Proof that where I live is just a big small town

Immediately after finishing my undergrad, I decided to move to the City. I had a cool apartment in a great area. There were lot of bars and restaurants all within walking distance from my place, and plenty of others were just a quick drive away.

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 great incredible sex that seemed to last all night. Eventually the alcohol overcame us and we both passed out. The next morning lead to rounds 4 & 5 and, of course, the inevitable ride back to my car. No point in exchanging last names or numbers...we were both very aware that we'd never see each other again.

HA! We couldn't have been more wrong. Imagine our surprise when we ran into each other the following an office 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.


Anonymous said...

Wow. What a coincidence!

Oats said...

Atlanta was the same way. Small town with large buildings... Ran into the same people at different places each week. X's bike path passed Y's way to lunch who saw Z on the train... Yep... I had a similar story, but I actually dated said person for 3 weeks, then bumped into her in the lawn crowd at a Cure concert... thankfully because i needed a ride. Blah blah blah. End

Constructive Attitude said...

lol. this reminds me of Meredith and Derek from Grey's Anatomy. said...

think how amazing it is to be getting away ...
way away... across the world and still run into people you thought you were getting away from..
you can run but you can't hide...
glad I found your blog
and popped in for a visit..
mona & the girls
hope you see some sunshine today!!

Dave Q. said...

I think this is a good thing. You can always try to repeat history at the out of town party. If it was that good, why not go for the sequel :)