It’s funny when word travels and people know you’re not seeing anyone anymore. The girls ask if you’re all right and then suggest a night of drinking.
The guys… They start to extend their little feelers out and test the water. Going out on the town for an evening becomes a loaded event.
You wanna go out this weekend?
Maybe. I’ll see if I can get the guys together and we can paint the town red.
Oh. I was thinking it could be more of a one-on-one sort of deal. Maybe we could get dinner and go for a walk in the city. Try our luck on a lottery ticket, drink shots of tequila while we hang our feet over the harbor…
That’s the terrible thing about friends who ask you out: they know all of your favorite things to do.
Eh, what the hell; it sounds like a good time.
Besides, it’d be pretty fucked up if I told him “no” when I have three other dates set up (today, tomorrow, and the day after).
Conclusion: Some people find me cute as fuck.