Side plot

So the promised story about Irish and his friend/roommate. Basically, he's been friends with this girl for a long time - since like high school - they coach volleyball together, and seem to spend a lot of time together. So Tuesday night, he started telling me about how she has a thing for him (as though this wasn't obvious from her flipping out that he was going out for dinner with a girl who wasn't her, in the manner of a jealous girlfriend).

After we parted ways that night, he walked over to her apartment, intending to sleep on the couch as he usually does when he can't drive home, only to find that one of her roommates' friends was already there. So he gets in the bed with his friend. She rolls over and puts her head on his shoulder. He looks down, confused. She kisses him. And because he's drunk off his ass, he lets her. Apparently it wasn't until the next morning when he got up to go back to work that he realized how awkward the whole thing was.

She, however, didn't realize how awkward it was at all. She even planned a menu of dinners for them for the week (remember, she's moving into his house and spends a lot of time there already).

The whole story sort of made me feel sick - and please let me know if this is just because, in a parallel universe, it would be possible for me to have designs on this guy myself, or if it really is that creepy. But I mean...

"If I were you," I told him, "I would never quite be able to shake the thought that maybe she was secretly happy when [fiancée] died, thinking now she could have you to herself."

"Actually, I do worry about that," he said.

He's since told her that he's not ready to have a female roommate yet - his excuse being that he spent the past three years living with a girl, and just wants to have a bachelor pad for a while - and that he's thinking about starting to date casually, but definitely won't be looking for a serious relationship for a while. (When pressed, he admitted the translation of the latter was, "I just don't want to date you.)

I had a dream that I met this girl, and that the first thing she said to me was to ask if I was planning on pursuing him. "No," I'd told her. "I'm married."

"Oh good. Because I am like totally in love with him."

Creepy creepy creepy. I hope I never meet her for a long time.