An Unfortunate Series of Events at the Pub Crawl on Saturday

First (and last!) Holiday Pub Crawl, Saturday December 16, 2006
I live within walking distance of several of midtown's finest drinking establishments and thought it would be fun to organize a mini Pub Crawl just in time for the holiday season. A friend from LA who happens to be an ex (but I swear we're now just good friends) was staying at my place for the weekend and helped me to get everything set up. I was excited that Christopher (his real name - like I mentioned in my first post, not everyone is innocent) was going to be coming. This is a guy I met over the summer and had been talking to and hanging out with a lot lately. Just as friends, but with the distinct possibility that something more could develop. He also invited a friend of his who lives near me. About a dozen or so people showed up at my place for cocktails and snacks, then we set out for the first bar, the Zebra Club. More friends showed up there, and we headed to stop #2, the Old Tavern. Even more joined us there, and I counted about 27 people total. This is where the night started to get weird. Let me back up a moment: earlier that afternoon, I was carrying groceries in from the car and ran into my next-door neighbor. He is a friendly guy (but absolutely not attractive in the least - this will be important later) who I chat with every so often. He asked me what was new, and I decided to be nice (yes, this does take some effort for me!) and I said I was having some people over that night and he was welcome to come by. He said he would meet up with us at one of the bars on our route. Great. Didn't give it another thought, till he showed up at the Old Tav. So we left for the Press Club, our final destination that evening. The neighbor bought me a cocktail and started asking me how all of my friends knew each other. I got distracted - maybe by Christopher? Not sure, but I went and talked to him or someone else. Later on, one of my friends came up to me and told me that neighbor guy apparently thought of me as more than just the girl next door, and wanted to find out what I thought of him. (Ew - that's what I think.) Then he asked my friend if it would be appropriate for him to go up to a girl and ask her if she wanted to get married! He said to my friend that she shouldn't start planning our wedding just yet. Um, scary! He immediately turned into Creepy Neighbor Guy. I pretended that my friend from LA was my boyfriend, because I couldn't locate Christopher. Once Creepy guy figured out that I was taken, he started hitting on another one of my friends. Poor girl. The conversation went something like this: Creepy Neighbor Guy (CNG): So, do you have a husband or a boyfriend? My friend: "No..." CNG: "Do you want to go on a date sometime?" My friend: "Um, just because I don't have a husband or boyfriend doesn't mean I'm not involved with someone." CNG: "Do you want to go somewhere and make out?" (Seriously!! He said this!) My friend: "NO!" (horrified - ew!). I felt so bad that I invited him. But, how was I to know? He continue to stare at me on the dance floor and I wanted to get away from him. Meanwhile, where's Christopher?? Well, let me tell you. He had apparently found a new friend on the dance floor, some short girl with long bleached blond hair, and was hanging out with her the entire evening. Obviously, this annoyed me, but I had bigger issues to deal with (CNG). I found a spot on the dance floor where I could see Christopher and the blond chick talking in the bar area. I was trying to see what was going on. I was trying to convince myself that she was some long-lost friend and they were catching up with each other. This is what I wanted to believe, clearly. Eventually I walked over behind them and he kind of poked me and I ignored him. The girl was holding his arm like he belonged to her. Hmm. Not looking good for me, not at all. Someone else says "hi" to me and it is another guy who was on my pub crawl. I don't know him very well at all, but he seems like a decent guy. He is somewhat attractive, but short. I'm kind of tall, so this is important. I'm not one of those 5 foot tall girls who refuses to date guys shorter than 6 feet tall. No. I just want someone who is my height or taller. I don't think that's asking a lot. Anyway, I'm distracted by the nice guy and still trying to spy on Christopher and the blond chick. Then CNG comes up to say goodbye. Thank goodness! He leaves. I talk to the nice guy. CNG comes back and says, "Uh, are you dating anyone?" I lie and say "yes!" He says, "Oh, OK, well - good! That's great." Eww! Finally he left for good. Then the nice guy asks me out. I said yes, to be nice (again - have to make an effort!). Meanwhile, I'm trying to take in everything that's happening: my neighbor has manifested himself as a total weirdo and may be stalking me in the future; the guy I like, and who I thought liked me, has decided to completely ignore me and take up with some hoochie-looking chick; and now this other random dude is asking me out. In the meantime, one of my friends, who is in law enforcement, ironically, has gotten kicked out of the club and is outside being interrogated by Sac PD. Great! I decide it's time to call it a night and leave before anything else can happen. I grab my friend from LA and tell him I'm ready to go. We leave and I'm really, really pissed. As in mad. And, yes, a little drunk. I'm pissed at men and I take it out on him. We go home and eat leftover party snacks and drink water so we won't be hungover in the a.m. Fast forward to Monday afternoon - I haven't heard from Christopher, nor do I expect to EVER. I found out from Blake that Christopher and the hoochie chick were making out at the bar after I left. At least they had the decency to wait until I left!! His number has been deleted from my phone and I will delete him from my myspace friends list. I hope to never see him again, but unfortunately we're both involved with the same organization and will most likely run into each other at events related to that. Bummer. Luckily I haven't yet seen CNG, but seeing as how he does live next door, it's only a matter of time. And my friends think I should give the nice guy a chance. We'll see.