The Affair is over

Of course we started out friends. We met in college and he graduated two years before me. We kissed a few times before I moved down to the city, but nothing more. When I moved down, we started hanging out a bit since we lived so close together. I knew it was wrong, but I was lonely and needed a friend. Whenever he got too close to me I would always move away, whenever he would put his arm around me, I would shrug it off. I tried so hard not to let anything happen. However the boyfriend was not happy with us in general and did not want to visit. One night, affair invited me over to pre-game and go out to the bar. We never ended up at the bar. We drank, played cards, and eventually he kissed me. It was hot- from what I can remember. After that, things were okay for awhile. We hung out once or twice a week. Then, because I was still in a relationship, I let it become a booty call. He would call every Friday and Saturday night for awhile after he was out. Most of the time I would turn it down, because I was trying to work on the relationship. Eventually the relationship broke up, and I really needed the affair to help me get over it. I guess the affair helped me break up with the relationship to begin with. Now, after 6 months of the affair- it is finally over. I heard he lost his phone for the fourth time and I am sure he will not be finding a way to get my number. I think I am okay with this- although it is kinda scary not having a back-burner person. Especially when Brad flakes on me. Relationship and I are kind of trying to work things out- but it is kind of impossible in the long distance way.

He's just not that into me

A woman can tell when a man is interested in her. I could tell from the first conversation that a certain co-worker named Brad at least wanted to sleep with me. We first met at an overnight-all week- training session for work. I knew it when he called my hotel room at 2am drunkenly asking why I left the party. We met up a second time at a work happy hour and chatted again. He instant messanged me a few times at work to invite me to come out to the bar with him and his friends and never called later on with details. Finally we hung out, got a bit tipsy, ate some good food. He paid. I thought it might be a good sign. He invited me back up to his place and we had a hot made out session before he drove me home (uncommon in the city and I thought extra points.) The following weekend he declined an invite I extended to a party in Brooklyn but asked at 11pm on Friday what I was up to that night, I didn't respond. The following Sunday he invited me out to the movies with him and his friends and I declined. I didn't really put much thought into him, but we kept chatting on the company instant messanger. Last weekend, I took him to the Bon Jovi concert in the park since I don't know many people who also like Bon Jovi. He got shitfaced and I made a lame excuse that I had to leave before the last song. I told him to text me where he would be later on, but he didn't until 1am.

The point is, this is the perfect example of a guy that is putting the minimum effort in to get laid. He's not that into me and it really shows. It would be almost depressing- if I were actually had more interest in him. I guess I keep him on the backburner too- given my current situation

The Male Ego

I've known Josh since college. He is a year younger than I and majored in Finance. He proposed to his short-term girlfriend right after she graduated college and months later, found out she was cheating on him with someone at the gym. Fast-forward to now- he is working in the Operations/IT department of a large investment bank and is rather lonely. In a conversation about another classmate who is currently job searching, I struck some kind of male ego cord and he turned into Alpha male before my eyes. As an auditor, I have a greater sense of what he does at his job than the average girl, who might be awed at the words 'Investment Bank'. However, I know low on the totem pole his job is. I must have said something, because he immediately started talking about how easily he could milk the PnL (profit and loss). I copy/pasted the conversation to another auditor friend to laugh about it. I've been running into the male ego a lot lately and I am doing everything to bite my tough and let them have their glory- or I won't have any male friends.

A work acquaintance gave me the following advice, after I witnessed another co-worker peeing in the corner of a building, "Hannah, don't blow up other people's shit."