Making Friends

This post has nothing to do with food at all--it's just a cautionary tale. Note: No matter how drunk you are, or how good of an idea you think it is to make friends with a fellow tenant in the elevator at 4am after a night of drinking, it's probably not in your best interest. In your fuzzy head you think "What's another drink amongst friends?" You only realize what a bad idea this is later. Being drunk and naive, you slowly begin to realize that this guy doesn't want to just be your friend, and after innocently hanging out a couple times you also realize he's kind of an asshole, kind of a tool, and you should probably stop anything before it begins. Sorry dude, it's not attractive to make sexual comments in front of a girl you're trying to mack on--it's really not going to get you far and you look pretty sleazy. So you chalk it all up to experience (meaning, that wasn't fun and don't ever do it again) and move on and forget that anything happened.

All is forgotten, until six months later (ie. today) as you're coming home from the gym looking really hot (I mean in temperature and kinda sweaty too...seriously). An event you knew would happen eventually, though you hoped you would be lucky enough to avoid...the time has come when you have to share an uncomfortable elevator ride with him AND two of his friends. Awkward doesn't even describe it. It's crazy enough that you've managed not to bump into him since the summer, but now the day has finally arrived when you are face to face with this person you've so desperately tried to avoid and are slumped into a 2x2 elevator pretending not to know him. You can only stare at the elevator numbers for so long as they slowly move from the first to the second floor and so on. God, I shouldn't be allowed to drink sometimes...