Just got off the phone with Nick, the friend of Isabelle's roommate that I met at her Christmas party. I was kind of shocked when I saw his name flash across my cell phone display, but I answered and talked to him for about fifteen minutes. He reminded me that he had promised that he'd call and hadn't forgotten and I admitted to him that I had kind of written him off at this point. He said that he'd been busy with Christmas stuff and visiting his parents down in South Carolina, which is an okay excuse but not a great one. I mean, he could have called or texted anytime if he was really interested.
But whatever. It's not like things are ever going to happen with Nathan, so I need to distance myself from him--and the best way to do that is with another guy.
Nick and I talked about our New Years' and he told me about his drunken escapades from Friday night (which involved him taking a cab home only to realize that he didn't have his apartment keys. He had to climb up to his second floor balconey and break a screen to get inside while he was still drunk). We also discussed our football teams and how my team is done and his will get into the playoffs if they win tonight--I promised I'd root for them (the Jets) because I hate the Patriots (sorry, Isabelle).
We're going to call or text later in the week and see about getting together to hang out. I'm kind of excited, but I'm not expecting much. As Sophie reminded me when I filled her in, Nick grabbed my butt, hers, and Isabelle's when he was drunk at the party when we met. Oh well. I get handsy when I'm drunk, too. We'll see if this actually turns out to be a problem.
And, honestly? I'd rather he be grabbing girls' butts than boys' penises.
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