Some Nerve

An acquaintance called me up Thursday and wanted to see if I wanted to grab a drink with him after work yesterday. Me not having any Friday plans set up just yet because after checking in with people, I was finding that some friends had to work, others were out of town, I thought, why not? Let me preface this by saying that I don't know this guy very well. We've hung out with others once before at a party, but that was back in the spring, and and we've maintained an acquaintance friendship at best since then. So, he calls me on my way home from work and says he's on his way over. I tell him that it's not convenient just yet, that I wasn't even home myself. So he "graciously" gives me 30 more minutes. I get home, change out of my work clothes, feed my babies, let them outside for a few minutes, and he shows up. He walks in with a bottle of Captain Morgan, a 2 liter of Coke, and a movie. Puzzled, I tell him that I thought we were going out for a drink. He says, "ohhh, dude. I realized I only had $25 so I thought we could just hang here tonight." Ummm? Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for changing plans, I'm extremely adaptable and flexible and even like spontaneity, but since I don't know him very well, it kind of aggravated me that he just assumed it'd be ok for him to hang out at my house, the first time he's ever over. And in all honesty, it made me a bit uncomfortable. But, I'm a go with the flow girl to a certain degree, so...

He proceeds to mix drinks and we start watching the Falcons vs. Titans game. During the first 3 quarters of the game, he mixes himself 4 very strong drinks to my one very weak drink that I was nursing, and I start to get a little concerned. In the meantime, he's put in the movie, The Aviator, and we start watching. Ok, first of all, who knew that this movie had a running time of like 3 days!? Geez, I thought it would NEVER end. And I wasn't digging my company, and it was a bit slow on top of that, so it truly felt like an eternity had passed me by last night. Like I was in some sort of a slow motion warp zone. Seriously, I have to check what year it is now, but I may very well have aged 10 years and am now 38 - which sucks because I'm still single, but considering my current alternative (him), that's ok with me. Anyway, the movie's over around 1am and I'm SOOOOO ready for him to leave.

He gets up and goes down the hall and I assume he's going to the bathroom before he takes off. So I go clean up the kitchen. Several minutes pass, and I'm thinking, where is he and why's he taking so long and more importantly when's he leaving? I look down the hall and the bathroom door is open, lights off. Confused, I walk further into the hallway and see him laying on MY bed! Oh heyell no (for those of you unaware, that's southern for "hell" - you know we have to draw out one syllable words into two, especially when we're pissed)! I go into my bedroom and shake him to wake him. I tell him he's got to get up and go home. He gets into a sitting position on the side of my bed and mumbles/slurs that he can't drive because he's drunk and he doesn't have keys to his apartment anyway(apparently he took his car in for some work and left his whole set of keys at the dealership while he was given a loaner), and neither roommate is home tonight. I think my head was going to explode, I was so mad. The nerve of him knowing that he couldn't get into his apartment last night, just assuming he could hang out at my house, get drunk, and crash at my house!? Ugh, I'm still fuming as I type. If we were better friends, fine, no problem. But really, we aren't good friends, and even the word "friends" might even be a bit of a strong word to define our "relationship." But what am I going to do? I can't send him off to drive drunk, and he can't even get into his apartment anyway if I send him home in a cab. So, I make him get up and go to the guest room - basically shuffling him in the door to the room and then closing him in there as soon as he gets through the doorway. I go to my room, shut my door, and go to bed mad as a wet cat.

This morning around 6am, I awaken to feeling him sit down on my bed. Trying to get my bearings after just being woken up, I feel him grab one of my breasts! I shoot upright, throw back the comforter and start telling him he has to leave immediately!! I storm towards the door and he trails behind me apologizing. I open the door and firmly say, "good - bye!" He walks outside, I slam the door behind him, lock it, and go get back in my bed.

Unfreakinbelievable.