So I am most definitely hung over. Crystal and I went to the bar around 7. I bought a cheeseburger from my boyfriend-who-doesn't-know it yet...sigh, because I was starving and we stayed I think until 11:30. Cr, in Cr fashion, called S to tell him that she was single again. He offered to drive from Jersey to offer his condolences (read hot sex). I'm apparently an idiot. Two very good looking guys, one of which is FINALLY single, were talking to me--but all I wanted was Drk. I think I blew the bet though.
I asked him if he could take a smoke break and play pinball with me. He laughed and said that no, he couldn't stop for pinball and that he got into trouble last time. I think before my night ended I asked him to come back to my place and hang out (not a proposition, since there were quite a few guys coming over!) but he refused that too. I think he's done with me. I'm going to tell him the deadline tonight, so he can decide. Last night I realised how short he is--I love it!