Can You Say Douche?

So last night I told you about meeting new friends.  The girl I met "S" introduced me to the guy she's been hanging with (another fucking "J") and the three of us were talking.  He asked me where I knew "S" from and I lied and said that we're old high school buddies and I surprised her with a visit. He was like "Seriously...You guys went to high school together?" and S picked up the ball and kept it going. 

However, S was working, so I walked around and looked at the art on the walls while finishing my wine. I'm staring out the windows watching the surf and J comes up and starts talking about surfing and asked if I surfed.  No, I'm a diver, I reply. And he goes off on this rant about the great surfing and points to a point to the south of us where there's some great surf.  I was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing (come to find out, top surfers from all over the world come to surf it, so he was trying to show off, and it went completely over my head...ha ha) and asked if he's asked "S" to surf. He said no, she's a land lubber.  I replied that you never know, you could teach her.  And he responds back with a comment about teaching me a few things. I told him that everything about him smacks "player" and I'm not playing. He says that he's not that way, but he's hitting on me when he clearly came to see S.  That is so not cool. 

I end up leaving around 7 and S tells me this morning that J was asking about me, wanted to know what room I was staying in, wanted to know why I left, etc. I felt so bad. Here I just made a new friend and her guy is acting like a complete douche, and I didn't even encourage it.  I told him that the guy employee was my boytoy and that we were getting together later to enjoy some bondage. Even that didn't blow this guy off.

S and I exchanged numbers and we're going to have breakfast together tomorrow.  She's a down chick. After I left her this morning, I go and walk the entire promenade, and make this loop of the downtown area. Really beautiful little place. Extremely picturesque. I drop back in on S and she tells me J dropped in to find out where my room is and to connect with me.  Now I really feel like shit. I asked her if she told the Douche to fuck off and that there was no way in hell I would touch him with a 10 foot pole. She laughed and said that she'd keep him as a friend, but there was no way she was pursue him as a love interest.  Good Girl! I still feel bad though. 

I asked her where the closest grocery store was because I need some salad to go with the manicotti I'm cooking tonight.  She tells me where it is and says that I may need my car. She doesn't know me very well. That Safeway was such an easy hike, it's laughable! Brought back some veggies and stuff in my backpack.  Then I hit the front desk and picked up a couple of movies.  One of the girls behind the desk said I looked like a hiker and told me about a cool hike about 15 minutes from here.  I think I'm going to get directions and tackle it on Tuesday. 

I'm back in the room and put the baking pan of manicotti in the oven.  I'm on my second Negra Modelo, and I'm doing great! Now, if I could just stop thinking about work, I'd be golden.