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"  The first of my college friends got engaged last week\u2014which is crazytown to me because I cannot even bring myself to commit to a coffee place in the morning (Dunkin? Starbucks? Cute little ma and pa joe place?) let alone commit to one banana for the rest of my life. After Jen (newly engaged friend) called all of us screaming her head off, Ashley and I decided to put together a little impromptu engagement party for her and her fianc\u00E9, Andrew. Andrew did not go to college with us, and I was honestly a little skeptical of him at first. Word on the street was he did not like keeping his Johnson in his pants\u2014but he makes Jen happy, so we just assumed the chatter was nothing but a rumor. Ashley came over to weigh in on my outfit\u2014I was wearing skinnies and a slightly sheer black linen sweater with a black bra. I needed a second opinion about whether the visible bra was sexy or trashy. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m all for it,&amp;quot; Ashley said.  &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah, it has sleeves and a high neck and you&amp;#039;re in jeans. If you were showing leg or your arms or cleav it would be too much, but if you put a tank under it you&amp;#039;re going to look like a Duggard.&amp;quot; Well, I did not want that, so I grabbed my clutch and off we went. The party was a blast\u2014a good mix of my girlfriends from college and Andrew&amp;#039;s friends, one of whom clearly appreciated the northern portion of my outfit. His name was Doug, he was 26, worked in advertising (&amp;quot;Like Don Draper?&amp;quot; I asked, obviously. ), and was very much a smooth talker. He was cute, but his personality could go either way\u2014either he was a charmer, or kind of a slime ball. But since I&amp;#039;m determined to expand my dating horizons, I gave him my number when he asked for it.  A few hours and drinks into the night, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. To get there, I had to go down a flight of stairs, and walk through a long, narrow hallway. At the end of it, I found Andrew, waiting to use the bathroom.  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s unisex,&amp;quot; he told me, smiling apologetically. Awesome. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll adjust my expectations accordingly,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You like Doug?&amp;quot; he asked, suddenly. &amp;quot;Doug? Oh, yeah he&amp;#039;s great. At least he has been for the 20 minutes I&amp;#039;ve known him.&amp;quot; I smiled back. The way he was looking at me\u2014like, hungrily\u2014was making me feel uneasy.  &amp;quot;So how do you\u2014&amp;quot; I was about to ask how he knew Doug, anything to fill the awkward silence, when Andrew reached behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me towards him and kissing him. I pulled away, and was so startled, I don&amp;#039;t even remember exactly what I said next. It was something nonsensical, like, &amp;quot;Hey, what, stop!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Come on,&amp;quot; he said, trying to kiss me again. &amp;quot;Get off,&amp;quot; I practically screamed it, and the intensity in my voice seemed to slap him out of whatever drunken horndog trance he&amp;#039;d slipped into. He let go of me, and stepped back. &amp;quot;Are you serious?&amp;quot; he demanded, angirly. &amp;quot;Of course I&amp;#039;m serious. You&amp;#039;re drunk, you need to go home.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You followed me down here, in that slutty outfit.&amp;quot; He said, pointing at me. My jaw dropped. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re an asshole,&amp;quot; was all I could manage. I turned and hurried off. By the time I got up the stairs, I was seriously winded. I stood off to the side for a moment, trying to catch my breath and also locate Ashley in the crowd. When I spotted her, I made a beeline in her direction. &amp;quot;Ashley, we need to go,&amp;quot; I hissed in her ear. &amp;quot;Oh come on, let&amp;#039;s stay another hour,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;No, this is serious, we need to go now, please. I&amp;#039;ll explain.&amp;quot; Ashley saw the crazy-woman look in my eye and was suddenly curious.  &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on? What happened?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s go to Hollywood.&amp;quot; Hollywood is our favorite 24-hour diner in the city.  Can you believe it? I have never in my life been put in such a terrible position. This d-bag makes Eric look like boyfriend of the year! Over burgers, I told Ashley the whole story. &amp;quot;We can&amp;#039;t let her marry him!&amp;quot; she gasped, before jamming three French fries in her mouth. I have no idea what to do.  Have you ever been hit on by a friend&amp;#039;s boyfriend or had knowledge of him cheating? Did you tell? Or do you subscribe by the whole &amp;quot;the messenger always gets shot&amp;quot; thing and think I should stay the hell out of this? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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