Back in April, there was a small (read epic) turn of events between myself and a nice frat boy. He and I had met through a networking group and had been flirty with one another for a few months - neither one of us were available, but there was no harm in flirting or being friends.
While heavily intoxicated he was belligerent. Belligerent is putting it mildly, but I should not beat a dead horse. He was blackout drunk and being a jerk. No less than a dozen people apologized to me for his behavior and I haven't spoken to him since that day. Which I was PERFECTLY fine not associating (or even acknowledging him every Thursday morning) with such a douchetard!!
As it would turn out, I did speak to him again.
New Years Eve I went to Flo with several friends to ring in the new year and see "Big Iron Band" play. As we're all sitting, enjoying martinis... in walks frat boy. I literally saw him and muttered "of all the jerks to walk into MY bar on New Years Eve, it has to be that douchbag". Clearly I was not impressed he was breathing my air, around my friends, or listening to my friends' band play. About 32 seconds later I hear "Hey I wanted to come say Happy New Year!". WHAT? Did you just come over and speak to me? THE NERVE.
Long story longer, he slid into the booth with my friends and I, and proceeded to make small talk. I was over holding my tongue, and proceeded to let him know (surprisingly, in a calm and not Earth shattering voice) how disgusted I was with his behavior at Rockin Ribs and what the was a reason I hadn't spoken to him in eight months.
He apologized profusely and stayed to toast at Midnight. SHOCKING - no really, I was shocked. I was shocked he let me tell him how I felt. I was shocked he apologized. I was shocked he stayed. I was shocked he wanted to count down to 2013 sitting next to me, surrounded by my friends, in one of my favorite bars, listening to my favorite local band....
Our Toast: "Happy New Year. A truce and a new beginning to an old friendship."
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