Yet another man-related misdeed

Does everyone remember the man-bear-pig incident? Where I went to a party, met a guy, thought things were going well, and still went home alone at the end of the night due to a deathly combo of cock-blockage (or whatever it's called on girls) and lack of game? Well, if you don't want to read that story over again, probably don't read this post because it's a case of same shit, different day. And just like the last time, I wanted to blog about this as soon as I got home from the party, but when I sat down at the computer and could barely focus my eyes on the words in front of me for the consumption of too many DELICIOUS holiday drinks, I had to stop.

As I mentioned, I went to a holiday party last night (my latkes were a hit, btdubs) at the same friend's house where that Halloween party was. I was wondering if my sexy engineer from the last party would be there, but as soon as I walked in, thoughts of him were out the door because there was a new, hotter guy in town. We were introduced, and then I spent awhile catching up with some people who had graduated from my program last year (again, the game thing - I don't haz it).

A few hours later, I ended up talking to the cute guy, both of us significantly drunker than we had been at the start of the party. There was some flirting. And then some more.

Eventually, I kind of got the hint that the host was tired and probably wanted the party to wind down, seeing as it was after 3 AM which is way later than the standard Boston party end time. I went off to the bedroom where the coats were stored to start getting my things, and wondered how I would lock it up with this guy, when all of a sudden...

"Oh...you're leaving?"

There he was, in the bedroom with me, seemingly visibly unhappy about my decision to leave, and I try to get something out about the host being tired but I AM NOT TIRED and hemming and hawing and pretty much trying to mentally will him to CLOSE THE DAMN BEDROOM DOOR BEHIND HIM (mission: impossible) and finally we both leave the bedroom and head back to the living room and since I clearly opted out of leaving, it's pretty much his turn to do something about it.

And then a few minutes later it becomes clear yet again that the host would like people to leave but is too nice to do anything about it, and since there are about 12 people left at this party who clearly show no intention of leaving, I felt awful and wanted to demonstrate that I was a socially adept guest who didn't overstay her welcome. And while I don't remember exactly what the goodbye was like, I can guarantee you that it did not involve making out on top of a pile of coats. Or anywhere, for that matter.

So at 3:30 in the morning I started my 15 minute trek home. And as soon as I stepped outside, all thoughts of what could have been with the night's hot guy were forgotten as I ran around in the snow, occasionally stopped to revel in how awesome and quiet everything is when it's the middle of the night and it's snowing and all the college kids have already left for winter break, and maybe I made a number of snow angels on the path between my friend's house and mine.

So it wasn't such a bad night after all.