An interesting evening on the town

to a hip hop club, sorta.  Whatever label you want to slap on it, it was not my usual cup of tea. But I had a fun time watching the people dance and they did play some good music. From there we went to Hard Rock and Murphy's Law.

And while we were hanging this really good looking guy, built like you would not believe approached. He was a marine (insert screams and giggles here).  We started talking, he bought me a drink and then he went in to kiss me and my thought was......i don't want to kiss him.  It felt wrong to be doing that for some reason. I mean, it should not have because B and I have not discussed anything, I mean how could we? We spent, what? A week? three days together talking and several more texting all day and on the phone. That doesn't mean that I have any obligation but my heart isn't in getting with someone else. 

Completely and totally irrational i know. But that was what my thought was. And then the dude, told us about his suite upstairs and did we want to go up with him, he had friends there. And when my friend said, uh, NO, you are a stranger, he proceeded to try to convince me that I should leave her and go with him.??? What?? Dude, really, have you never heard the saying chicks before dicks. And even if you hadn't what fucking part of no didn't you get.  So of course, I was pissed.

But then on the drive home I became melancholy as I of course compared my experience in Canada with this asshole. I mean I had B, walk me to my room and not make an inappropriate gesture at all. Actually, not any all night. Which just impresses me more and more as days go by.  

And makes me sad, because it's so ironic. And so the way my life goes. I had trouble having a relationship when the guy lived one county over. A continent apart is going to prove difficult.