I was a bad girl

I've been bad and I need to confess. First of all, I haven't been blogging lately which is disrespectful to all you devoted fans out there (ha ha). Secondly, I was late for work today an dI still feel ashamed about it. I just don't do that. It didn't end up affecting the shift so much, and the supervisor on duty was someone who has been late for my shifts a million times, but still you know? Also, one of my lovely male co-workers did try to hook up with me a couple nights ago, and I'm still in that strange bewildered state where I don't know how to react. We worked together on Saturday (cinco de mayo, anyone?) and after work we went to the bar to get wasted, which we did quite successfully! We were talking about random, boring relationship stuff. He, well Sam, has a girlfriend who he cheats on relentlessly and I tried my best to give him proper advicxe on how to break up with someone. I'll admit that getting tipsy can bring out my flirtatious side, so I may have been asking for it the whole time, but there came a point after the 7th or 8th beer where I could tell he was thinking that we'd be gettin it on soon. He's attractive and there's definitely some chemistry but I simply could not go along with his advances. It became extremely awkward when we hit another bar and ran into a co-worker, Dave, who immediately began casting suspicious glances my way as it was obvious at that time in the drunken evening that we were wasted and flirting. Dave knows that Sam is a man-slut. Well, everyone knows. Sam used to hook up with Jane and as far as I know he sleeps with different girls all the time. So Dave sees the two of us together and knows that something must be going on. So I take him outside for a smoke and tell him I know what it looks like, but I swear it's innocent. We come back and Sam, getting drunker by the minute, starts getting possessive over me and putting his arm around me and I just didn't know what to do. The most amusing part was when we were sitting around the table, and Dave and Sam were taking turns texting me all secretively. Dave would write "come on, let's get out of here you don't want to put up with Sam anymore, do you?" and two seconds later I'd get a message from Sam, "you're beautiful. hook up with me." How charming. But then all of a sudden Sam got a message from some chick he screws on occasion and he ran off into the evening to get some ass elsewhere. So that was that. Now my inbox is flooded with apologetic messages from Sam. I guess he's embarassed. I would be too, but he doesn't know my past. If anyone can forgive drunken sluttiness, it's me.