I was blindsided the other night. Never saw it coming. Since when did my instincts fail me?
A colleague of mine, well, technically almost a client, invited me along for happy hour last week. It was very spontaneous, not at all like he was asking me out on a date. In fact, I basically invited myself by commenting that drinks sounded fun, so he told me I was welcome to join them.
We met at my favorite restaurant/bar for drinks, and a few of us ended up eating dinner at the bar. In my mind, I was still just hanging out with some people, nothing more.
The colleague offered to drive me home. He pulled into the alley behind my apartment building, we chatted for a few minutes about running 3 miles the next morning.... And then... he kissed me. I don't mean just kiss, he actually slipped the tongue. Ewwww... So he's the "Alley Kisser." And I never even saw it coming.
I have to nip this in the bud because I am NOT interested.
