And there were margaritas.

(And I wrote this weeks ago and never published it, I guess my lunchtime margaritas made me hit save instead of publish?  So very unlike Drunk Tamara…)

I guess it shouldn’t bother me that the person who was so Catholic that he refused to have sex with me (unless it was anal) rejected my friend request on Facebook, but right now I’m kind of irritated.  I mean, come on!  We were actually really close friends in high school.  In college (when he was still a virgin), I tried to get him to do it with me and he refused, and then tried to do it up the butt.  Catholics are fucked up.

Then 5 years later, his wife thought I was hitting on him at our ten year reunion…  Which is kind of funny because I barely spoke to him!  No really.  I know those of you who know me in real life are laughing at me right now, and “the lady doth protest too much”ing me, but I’m serious!  She gave me the evil eye when I gave him a hug (because I hadn’t seen him in several years) and I sort of got drunk and forgot he was there for the rest of the night.  It wasn’t until much later that he told me he couldn’t talk to me anymore because his wife, I think the exact words were, “didn’t approve of our friendship,” which, by the way, at that point, was pretty much non-existent.   I lived in Los Angeles.  I would call him on his birthday.  That was the extent of our contact.

After the phone call where he told me he couldn’t talk to me anymore, he called me from a hotel room in Denver, because he didn’t want his wife to know.

Oh shit, I just told my office that he denied my friend request, so now everyone here is friending him.

hee!