3:34

The clock laughed at me, knowing where I'd been. In all honesty I almost laughed at myself. For all that I sat in a seat against the wall of Bifteck for almost five hours, watching the bar ebb and flow through the evening, I had a more random night than expected.

Insisting that I didn't want to see him, I hid at my table, safe in knowing that he wouldn't be coming by there. Oh but one of the girls we were with went to high school with both of them, and I was forced to admit to some extent of the whole sordid affair.

Even though I have never seen him before at the bar, another more emotional ex showed up as well, and I um'ed my way through two passings, wondering what to say. He was with two guys from our high school who don't live here, in town visitin, and one of whom I didn't recognize and felt silly afterwards saying goodbye.

One cannot ever avoid the call of nature, and passing by his end of the bar was required to answer it. Thank god he didn't arrive until somewhere around 1:30. I did however, meet the girl I was never allowed to meet. She seems sweet, I was upset that I couldn't just be her friend out of nowhere and have that to share with her. Bizarre that she believed I hated her, as I believed she did me. I ran into his friends all night until the lights came up and my last trip brought me to him. I have never been so happy to pee.

I also found myself up against the wall of male infidelity, wondering how I would be feeling if my boyfriend behaved as such. Its an interesting place, after enough beer to kill a cat, having to tell someone that if they want to cheat on their girlfriend then that is their own business, but I would have no part in it. Its hard to be non-judgmental and caustic at the same time.