So remember the other night when I sent Drk a series of text messages? And remember when I said that perhaps I was able to dodge the embarassment of having sent him these text messages because my phone said that the messages were undeliverable? Well my phone is a lying whore because I just got a text message in response to my three cryptic/drunk texts that basically said, that it was ok that I sent the text messages (my third one to him apologized for the first two) and that it was harmless as long as he didn't go over his text limit--keeping in mind that he's a short order cook and not a rich man. Of course, I blushed reading his message and of course I couldn't be stopped. I sent him one back that said, "If I put you over the limit I'll pay for them. Sorry that I'm such an enamoured drunken jackass." And course, my phone says that it was undeliverable...so on Tuesday he'll get my message and think that I'm a nut yet again. Ah me.

Oh flashback from last night. Ryan didn't hear this or he chose not to remind me of what my mouth said. True interaction (although I wish it wasn't):

M is told by a bar patron who has been following her pusuit of Drk that Drk was DRUNK last Saturday at the bar, and that everyone was amazed--because he very rarely drinks and he hardly ever gets drunk. And people were speculating if I showed up, whether or not we'd hook up. These are people I don't even know...but it's nice of them to care. Because I can never let anything go, I decide to discuss this with Drk.
M: So Drk. I heard that you were wasted last Saturday night.
D: Who told you that?
M: I just heard, that's all.
D: Well I'm over 21, am I not allowed to drink? Do you hold the crown for drunkeness?
M: Actually, yes. Yes I do. Did you want to borrow it?
D: I don't think it would fit over the hat.
M: True. This is true.
(and this is where it goes horribly wrong).
M: Well if I had been here, I sooo would've taken you home. And you would've gone too.
D: (laughing) I would've?
M: [giving Drk a knowing smile and nod] You came over that one night when you were drunk.
D: Yeah but you were passed out.
M: But you called me three times. I'm thinking that someone wanted to have sex with me that night [giving him another knowing look]. You still would like to have sex with me, I'm thinking...
D: Oh really! Have we had sex?
M: No. Not to my knowledge...but that's just because you're a punkass bitch and I'm a drunken moron.
D: I'm a punkass bitch now? [playfully takes my turkey club away from me] well then, get some other non-punk ass bitch to cook your food.
M: [grabbing the turkey club back from him, playfully slapping his hand and leaning in closer] Don't be scared Drk, I'll be gentle the first time...unless you want it a little bit rough [winks at him]
D: We'll just have play it by ear.
M: Did you just agree to have sex with me?
D: You're drunk you won't remember this tomorrow...
M: Oh I'll remember this! [sings to the bar] "my hot cook wants to have sex with me...he wants to bang me...oh yeah, oh yeah... (are you cringing too as you read this??? there were other lyrics too since it went on for about thirty seconds)
D: [shakes head, smiles] My work is done here. I'm going to head back to the kitchen. You need anything else M? Actually don't answer that one.