1 post tagged “revenge is sweet”

I've been waiting a long, long time for a moment like this.

It's one of those things that you can only fantasize about, but you know will never happen.

Meet Jean (pronounced like John).  I used to work with him.  I always thought he was cute but I never allowed myself to like him particularly because nothing would come out of it and I knew he was just way out of my league.  He's your typical 21-year-old.  He likes to go out, drink, party, hang out with Barbie doll look-alikes, etc.  As I am the girl that guys *always* see as that friend they can talk to about their relationships, sometimes he'd sit by my desk and we'd talk about his current girlfriend or love interest.  It was always nice, specially because I was usually alone in the office, or accompanied by a sixty-something, half-deaf lady.  But anyway, I was content with having some eye-candy every once in a while.

On to my story.

Last Friday I went out to the usual place, with Ricky and a few other friends.  After dancing a long and fun salsa set, someone taps me on the shoulder.  I turn around and there's Jean.  We say hi, I tell him I'm surprised to see him there since that's not the type of music he likes, etc. and introduce him to Ricky.  I keep dancing with Ricky and on another break, he comes up to me and says,

"I didn't know you could dance like that."

Score.  I felt like the ugly geek in the romantic comedy who gets a make-over at the end of the movie.  I just shrugged and smiled, told him we should definitely dance something later.  Apparently, that "later" meant "10 seconds later" to him, and I don't usually decline a dance invite, so I start dancing with him although I don't particularly like that music.  About 2 songs later, I tell him I'm going to take a break, he says he'll be back later for another dance.  Cool.

He came back about an hour later.  Asked me to teach him how to dance salsa (I don't know why guys always assume I can teach them?) and I started teaching him the basic step and he had fun.  I kind of brushed him off after a few and he asked me if he could dance a merengue with me, so I said sure.  He left, came back when a merengue was playing, and then just kind of... followed me and sat with me and my friends.

At this point I'm sure he was a little boozed, and although he wasn't trying to make a move on me yet, I could tell he kept wanting to carry out a conversation.  And then, out of nowhere, he says...

"I don't know how to tell you this.... I... I don't know why, but I find you really hot tonight."

What the hell?  Did Jean just call me 'hot'?  I had no come-back for that.  I don't think I've ever been called hot... I gave him a pat on the shoulder and said,

"I know why.  It's because you're drunk, Jean."

And I lol'ed inside as he told me that he wasn't drunk, and some other sweet-talk nonsense that I blocked out.  There he was, the hot guy who, had I liked him, would've never given me the time of day, suddenly wanted to make a move on me... and I wasn't interested.  I turned around and gave Ricky a "please-take-him-away-from-me" look, who laughed and got Mike to do the dirty job this time.

He who said that revenge is sweet, will be forever quoted for truth.