Boom, badoom, boom, he got that superbass.

Last Thursday I went out. To the classic S where everyone old enough to be out, but too poor to afford a real night out hangs. Their happy hour is quite legendary. Anyways. I was there with such a great gang; A and two of her friends, L and her friend I, H, J and her two buddies JP and C2. We were like first in line and it was so nice. A, J and I were the gang in high school but we haven't been with each other that much since graduation so it was fun. And C2 was so sweet and fun! And well, H and L is always H and L. So we had a good time, met F and her friend that works at L and we had a laugh. S opens at 8 and some of the people had school/work so they slowly dropped off. So around 11 it was "just" me, JP, C2, H and L left. And this guy started to check me out. The scary part: he was a copy of J's loverboy F. (hate all first letter-names, but it seems necessary in some way, you never know what google can do to you) I texted her that and ignored him when I went by him and he tried to grab my arm. I started to talk to JP and I asked if he wanted to have a drink. Why not? So I turned around and bought two drinks and then, he was gone. So I stood there with two drinks. Guess who appears? Oh yes, the F-copy. He started speaking about how he knew JP and then he introduced himself. As F. I couldn't believe it. The same day I had had a talk with J about how she should let him go, that he wasn't a good guy, the same day as she tried to explain to me how she just couldn't leave him. That it wasn't so easy as we had imagined. I gave him the other drink. (funny thing, when I told E about the whole story she thought that part, me giving him my other drink, was the most upsetting part) We spoke English and talked about what we did. Although I already knew everything about him. I told him I study Italian, so he told me his family is from Italy. (I said that all Italian guys are bastards!) He introduced me to his cousin. And then he suggested we should go downstairs. So we did. We stood at the end of the staircase. He smells delicious. He's good looking. My type: brown hair, tall and beard. And he had his hand under my sweater. Despite all that, nothing happened. He kissed me and the cheek and I just felt that I could have gotten it if just had given him one small sign. But almost the only thing I could think of was how much J has talked about him and how sick it was. Seriously, how small are the chances of him coming there (it was his first time there he told me), after J had leaved and he starting hitting on me? Gosh. H and L came by and well, L was drunk. So I left him.

OK. So that was it. Nothing happened. But I still feel weird about it. I talked with E about it. I told her about my jealousy towards J. And she asked me: well isn't it because you could have gotten him and don't you feel even a little bit "in your face" towards J? And that I "gave him up" because of J. 'Cause if J wouldn't have seen him, I would've kissed him, for sure. I know he's a bastard. But still. He's so hot.