I HATE MEN

This past weekend I went with a friend down to Ocean City, Maryland. The trip was very last minute and unexpected, but I figured why not go and have a good time. We drove down late Thursday night and didn’t get to her beach house until 1:30 am. We settled in, had a few drinks, listened to music, and eventually went to sleep.

Now, back home there is this guy who likes me and we’ve gone out on a few dates…he calls me, leaves me messages that say, “sweetie” and “honey,” which by the way kind of freak me out because we’ve only been on a few dates and the tone of his voice when he says those terms of endearment sound serious. Before I left for my trip this guy told me that he was really going to miss me.

Getting back to the Ocean City trip. The morning after we arrived we got up and got ready to go to the beach. As my phone rang. It was the guy back home. He called to tell me that all his friends were asking about me and wanted to know how the two of us were doing. Now, this guy is extremely nice…and maybe even too nice for me? (I’ll get back to that later.) I was shocked that his friends think that we are a “couple.” If you have read anything else that I have written…maybe it’s true that I could possibly still be on the rebound? I recently broke up with my ex, who I was with for 3 1/2 years. After he told me about his friends I told him that I had to go and get ready for the beach. He politely said, “No problem honey. Call me whenever you have a minute.”

For that moment I thought to myself, “what am I doing? what’s wrong with me? this guy would treat me great, but something is holding me back.” I let my thoughts drift off and enjoyed myself in the sun on the beach. After a few hours we went back to the house, got dressed for the night and went out to dinner. By the way if anyone is thinking about going to the beach, drinks are expensive! After dinner we walked on the boardwalk and came upon a bar called the, “Purple Moose” this is where the trip got interesting.

I walked in before my friend while they were checking her ID and looked around as I hear someone say, “what can I get you?” I turned around and saw the cutest bartender standing there with a smile on his face. I ordered their famous Pina Colada. He then said, “there are two seats over there.” So my friend and I walked over and sat down. As the night went on, the bartender would ask questions towards me in a flirtatious way. At first I thought he was being friendly like he was to other women in the bar, but then he introduced himself started to tell me that he was originally from an area close to where I’m from. He went on to ask where we were going the next night. At that time our plan was “Seacrets.” He was trying to convince us both to come back tomorrow night and that we would have more fun.

When we were about to leave he gave me my check…with a pen? I thought hmmm, I’m paying cash and he knew that…what’s the deal with the pen. He didn’t ask me for my number so I didn’t give it to him. We left and went back to the house.

The next night we ended up back at the Purple Moose. The bartender was completely shocked and with a huge smile and laughed, “I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again.” I laughed and smiled. During the night my friend walked away to the ladies room and the bartender came up to me and said, “So, you didn’t leave me your number last night?” My response was, “you didn’t ask?” He smiled and went to wait on customers. We were there dancing and having fun until 2 am. My friend told me that the one time I went to the restroom she wrote down my cell number and gave it to him and he put it right into his phone. We danced and had a good time until about 2 am. At 2 am my friend and I went up to the bar to get the tab. This bill was completely shy to what it should have been and at the bottom it had his phone number. As we were leaving he asked me if he could call me…I said, “absolutely.” Don’t forget that this bartender was not only hot, but seemed very sweet.

The next morning I woke up very slowly - due to the night before…ha. He called me and asked if I wanted to go on the boardwalk. What I really wanted to do was go on the beach and enjoy my last day in the sun - and that’s what I went on to tell him. Back to my friend. I told her that she could come with me. She was quick to respond, “NO.” She got mad that I would think about meeting up with someone I just met. At first I thought, “yea maybe I shouldn’t go?” But then I thought life is what you make of it and I was very attracted to this bartender and he seemed very nice…so I went anyways after we were verbally attacking each other.

Now we were on 25th street and he was on 6th so we were going to meet in the middle. I quickly got on with my other best friend who was back at home to tell her about the fight I just got in with the girl I was visiting with. I probably shouldn’t have even called her because we were having a fight for a while about stupid issues that would take me forever to explain, at least right now. Anyways, I was telling her about the entire situation with this guy that I met bar tending the past two nights. She brought up the guy from back home in the conversation. She went on to say these exact words, “You know what, you don’t even deserve a nice guy like that.” I couldn’t believe that she would say something like that completely out of spite. I know it was out of spite because of our ongoing fight we’ve been having. I told her that I’ve been so confused with men and that maybe I was still on the rebound. She then said, “Get off your high horse. You aren’t on the rebound.”

At that moment I felt as if I had no friends who cared about me. I felt like no one could possibly try to understand me. I got off the phone with her and told her that I wished her luck with her new job and not to worry about me even if she would and hung up. I called Jack (bartender), whom by the way met me on 12th street. We sat there and talked for a while about everything. While we were talking I didn’t hear my cell phone at all. 3 hours past before I looked at my phone. 2 voicemails, 3 text messages, and 6 missed calls…all from the same person, my friend who I was staying with. I quickly called her and said I would be at the house in 5 minutes. Jack called up his friend for me and we hopped in his car and he dropped me off. I actually beat her there. She walked into the house said nothing except, “as soon as I get out of the shower we can go.” Now, we were planning on leaving around that time anyways, but the tone of her voice was not what I expected.

Needless to say we got into the car in an uncomfortable situation. I felt bad, she was mad, and we had 4 hours together in a car. Overall the entire trip was quiet. Things got better the longer we were in the car together. We avoided everything that had to do with that weekend and the beach. When we pulled up to my place things were all better. We made plans for the week already and the upcoming weekend.

Overall, I would say that even though we got in a fight I was glad I took the risk to meet a great guy. Jack told me to visit anytime and wished that I hadn’t been leaving so shortly. My friend and I made plans to take a trip down at the end of July, lets just hope that there on no fights!

In regards to my other “best friend” I don’t think I’ll be taking time out of my day to call her and see how she is. When I told my other friend about my weekend and what my friend told me about being on the “rebound” she said it was false. She said it took her 3 years to get over her ex and I may very well be just looking around? I wish I knew if my feelings towards guys right now were what I truly feel or just “rebounds?”