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"  Put your hooker heels on. We&amp;#039;re going out. I hit send and waited for Ashley and Nina to respond. Can&amp;#039;t, have work thing tonight, Ashley wrote back.  Nina followed up with, I have a SoulCycle class! Rain check? I just broke up with Justin over text. I hit send and waited.  Who do you think you are, Jack Berger? Nina wrote. Meet you in 30? OMG!!!! I&amp;#039;ll try and meet you guys after this work thing, Ashley added.  I also texted Kate\u2014she was with Richard and some other colleagues at a bar not far from work, so I told Nina to meet me there.  By the time I arrived, Justin had called me two more times.  &amp;quot;Will you take this?&amp;quot; I handed my phone to Nina. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to be tempted to pick up after a few of these.&amp;quot; I shook my drink and the ice in my vodka soda clinked together loudly.  Nina took it from me, reluctantly. &amp;quot;Jos, what are you doing?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What do you mean, &amp;#039;What am I doing?&amp;#039; Are you actually defending him?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No, Justin has been acting like a douche canoe the last few days, I&amp;#039;ll give you that.&amp;quot; Nina tucked my phone in her purse. &amp;quot;But is this really how you want to end things?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not like I&amp;#039;m never going to talk to him again,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m pissed off and I need to blow off some steam before I talk to him. Plus, I think he deserves to sweat it out a little.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I just don&amp;#039;t want to see you ruin anything that you don&amp;#039;t really want to ruin.&amp;quot;  I put my hands on her shoulders. &amp;quot;Nina, will you stop being such a good friend and just let me make some bad decisions?&amp;quot;  Before Nina could respond, Richard sidled up next to me and slipped his arm around my waist. &amp;quot;Josie,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You look like you would be good at beer pong. Partner?&amp;quot;  I glanced at Nina. &amp;quot;Go forth,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And make some bad decisions.&amp;quot;  Richard and I played a few rounds. The more we won, the more tipsy I felt, and the more I flapped my trap about Justin. How he had said he loved me but only after I cried and during sex. How he didn&amp;#039;t want to put a label on it, but I felt like I owed it to myself to ask for a real commitment. How we&amp;#039;d had a lot of really good times but I just felt like he was pulling away from me lately.  &amp;quot;Josie, do you want my honest guy opinion?&amp;quot; Richard asked, eventually.  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know, do I?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You do,&amp;quot; Richard said. He had taken his tie off and undid a few top buttons, exposing his chest. His skin was tan and smooth. Once again, I hoped he had a really cute boyfriend to go home to after having to listen to his drunk colleague&amp;#039;s relationship woes all night long. &amp;quot;You guys have been together, what, six months?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well we met six months ago,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;But we didn&amp;#039;t really start going out officially for another month or two after that.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I just think this is the point in which you stop being a challenge to him, reality sets in, and he&amp;#039;s starting to assess whether or not he actually wants this.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not like we&amp;#039;re some old, boring married couple,&amp;quot; I said, defensively. &amp;quot;We still have crazy sex.&amp;quot;  Richard laughed and put up his hands. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m just trying to give you a glimpse into the male mind. Sometimes crazy sex isn&amp;#039;t enough to offset all those couple-y obligations like spending Mother&amp;#039;s Day with your family.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;So it&amp;#039;s fine for him to take me to his family stuff, but I can&amp;#039;t do the same?&amp;#039;  &amp;quot;No, it&amp;#039;s not fine,&amp;quot; Richard said. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s the point. He&amp;#039;s sending you mixed messages because he has mixed feelings about the whole thing. And why would you want to be with someone who has mixed feelings about you?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t. I didn&amp;#039;t think he had mixed feelings about me.&amp;quot; I felt tears in the corner of my eyes.  &amp;quot;Aw, Josie.&amp;quot; Richard hugged me. He smelled really good and I burrowed my face in his chest. &amp;quot;You are so great. You deserve better.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; The guy at the other end of the table yelled at us. &amp;quot;Are we playing or what?&amp;quot;  I pulled away from Richard and wiped my eyes. &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#039;m done.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Want me to take you home?&amp;quot; he asked.  I nodded. What a guy, this one.  I settled my tab at the bar and then looked everywhere for Nina, but I couldn&amp;#039;t find her. And she had my phone! Ugh. Eventually, I gave up. I would get it from her tomorrow and it was probably better I didn&amp;#039;t have it on me tonight, since I was already feeling tempted to drunk dial Justin.  Outside, Richard hailed us a cab and we hopped in.  &amp;quot;Want to come up for a drink or something?&amp;quot; I asked as we approached my block. I really didn&amp;#039;t feel like being alone.  Richard agreed and we paid the cab driver. I unlocked the door to my building and stepped inside, Richard right behind me. At the bottom of the final flight of stairs I stopped dead in my tracks. Justin was sitting on the top step, right outside my apartment.  &amp;quot;Josie\u2026?&amp;quot; Justin stood, his eyes darting from me to Richard and back again. &amp;quot;What the fuck is this?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot; I demanded.  &amp;quot;Well after you refused to pick up your phone like a three year old throwing a temper tantrum, I decided to come by here and try and have a mature conversation with you. But clearly,&amp;quot; he gestured to Richard and I, &amp;quot;You weren&amp;#039;t home.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;So you waited for me to get home like my dad or something?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah and thank god I did otherwise I&amp;#039;d have no idea what a cheating slut you really are.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Whoa, man, easy,&amp;quot; Richard said behind me.  Justin pointed his finger at him. &amp;quot;You shut the fuck up.&amp;quot;  I was floored. I&amp;#039;d never heard Justin talk like this before. &amp;quot;Get the hell out of here, Justin,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you ever call me a slut again. And by the way, this is my co-worker and he&amp;#039;s gay.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; Richard sputtered behind me.  I turned around and looked at him. By the expression on his face, I suddenly realized I&amp;#039;d made an awful mistake. &amp;quot;Wait, sorry. You&amp;#039;re not\u2026?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You thought I was gay?&amp;quot; Richard asked me.  &amp;quot;Nice, Josie,&amp;quot; Justin said. He jogged down the stairs. For a second I was afraid he was going to tackle Richard, but he kept going right past us. &amp;quot;Enjoy my sloppy seconds,&amp;quot; he said as he rounded the corner. Just lovely.  I heard the door to my apartment building slam below us, and then it was just Richard and I standing in the hallway.  &amp;quot;So, uh, I think I&amp;#039;m going to go,&amp;quot; Richard said.  &amp;quot;Richard, I&amp;#039;m really sorry. I don&amp;#039;t know why I thought that. And oh my god, I never would have gone into all the dirty details about my sex life if I&amp;#039;d known.&amp;quot; I buried my face in my hands. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m such a moron.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t worry about it.&amp;quot; Richard gave me a kiss on the cheek. I don&amp;#039;t know if I believed him.  I climbed the last flight of stairs stairs to my apartment, thinking about all the ways this night had gone so, so wrong. Justin thinks I&amp;#039;m a &amp;#039;cheating slut&amp;#039; and god knows what Richard thinks about me. Great job losing friends and alienating people, Jos! Really top notch.  Want more from Josie? 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