I know, I wasn't out to meet a guy at all, I was out with my biking buddies. I never have anything to do with guys from bars, and I wouldn't have this time either if he wasn't a friend of the girl I knew. I'm just so frustrated. And the last time I saw him, I already had plans with the girls, which is why he came out to the bar to meet us. I just hope I never run into him again because I'd probably kick him where it hurts
I know it's my fault too for going home with him that night. Live and learn I guess... I don't even know what made me do that in the first place.