So I have been very fortunate in the fact that 3 years ago a placement agency found me the best office to work at ever. Usually we are all shipped off to Mississauga for the Christmas party but this year got to organize a party of our own and whoop it up in Vancouver. This story may not include a date per say, but it does slightly back up my theory that I attract a lot of the wrong people.
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY
Oh, where do I even start? Actually the beginning of the evening was fine. We had a wonderful dinner and then went to a bar and had a few beers. After that my boss really wanted to go to the Roxy. I don't know what it was but I had previously expressed that I didn't really want to go to the Roxy. I had no real reason why except that I just wasn't feeling it, but when my boss has her mind set on something there's no going back. Which may be part of how she shimmied into the bar with another group and left us stranded. In her defense she thought we were right behind her. This is where we lost 3 of our group as they decided to pack it in. The 4 of us were going to stick it out and I went up to bat to try and talk ourselves in with the bouncer. Now, I am not a talker by any means (I'm the one my friends bring up with them to stick out my cleavage and look pretty)so we ended up having to stick it out in line. This is where we lost 2 more from our group as it was beginning to become to much of a wait for them. In hind sight this is probably where I should have just packed it in but by that time my determination had overtaken my undesirable feelings of the Roxy.
It was once inside the club where things got entertaining. After a few more beers it was time to tackle the bathroom (you ladies know what I'm talking about, it can get pretty disgusting mid-night with a bunch of sloppy drinkers and girls who can't hold their liquor). After doing my business and trying to touch the least amount of surfaces possible I get accosted by an older lady who grabbed me by both arms and complimented me on my dress/appearance. She said I looked like I was in my twenties and kept complimenting me on my skin and my 'structure'. When I was able to free myself from her boa constrictor like grip and didn't return any of her advances her story quickly changed in which she stated 'you know I really thought you were in your thirties, I was just blowing smoke up your ass'. Nice. Nothing like showing your UGLY side when things don't go your way.
There was a guy who kept walking by our table throughout the evening. I could see he was checking me out and since he was fairly easy on the eyes I made sure to make some eye contact and give him a smile. He ended up coming up to me and we started talking. Once last call was done and they turned on the lights to get us the fuck out he charmed my boss and I (my co worker had made his exit an hour before)into going to an after hours place. Now here's the thing, most people have this switch or button inside them that at some point in the night/morning will tell them it's time to stop drinking. Sometimes my switch doesn't work (or needs someone to switch it for me)and this night was one of them. My boss seems to be the same type so at that moment in time we thought it was a great idea. So we get to the after hours place and my new friend see's one of his old buddies and goes and talks to him. The host asked if we wanted a table and that if we did there was a man on his own that would like to share it with us. We are nice friendly people so of course we said okay.
It was an older gentleman and he had been out on the town with a couple friends and was the only one who wanted to grab a bite to eat afterwards. We shared a few pots of 'tea' over our second Chinese meal of the evening. He was getting a little flirty over me which was flattering except that he was probably close to my fathers age. Besides, in my drunken mess I was still all moon-eyed over the other guy who was switching back and forth from our table and his friends. We asked what the older man did for a living and he said he was a police officer. EXCUSE ME?! Now I'm not sure if he knew this was an after hours place to begin with or not. But we were sitting with an police officer in an after hours restaurant and he kept pouring us beer. Errr, sorry 'tea'. He even insisted on paying for the meal even when we said no and that it would be all expended anyways because it was a work function. We thanked him and gave him a hug upon leaving. He was a very GOOD man who just wanted some company to enjoy with his meal.
So obviously we are left with the BAD. When we went to leave the restaurant the bad said not to go and hopped into the Limo that my boss seemed to procure out of nowhere. My boss said she had more drinks at the hotel and he could come with us if he paid for the Limo ride (which was to get him back for slightly abandoning us at the restaurant). So we got back to the hotel and we had a couple more drinks (because that's a good idea). He started asking more questions about what we did and then the questions got a little funky when he found out we sold maltodextrins and such. It was a very loosely covered question that basically meant 'what can I cut with my shit to make more money'. *record scratch* WHOA NOW. Stop this train. That was when the switch finally kicked in (or dropped like a hammer) and it was time for this night to end. Buddy thought that he may get lucky but 'had to meet someone real quick but I'll come back' I told him it was time for my beauty sleep and managed to slip into my hotel room untouched (which was my plan even if he didn't end up being a drug dealer because I don't really roll like that). He never did try to come back but I think I may have shut the door in his face. No room in my life for a BAD man like that.
So what's the moral of this story? I don't know. What I do know is that I had a police officer and a drug dealer sitting at the same table flirting with me at one point in the evening!
