Well, at least he dealt coke, eh?
So over dinner tonight with two of my girls, we had a sudden realization: all of us had seen coke dealers (that we didn’t know were coke dealers at the time—mine and May’s in DC, Maria’s in NYC).
I felt the best about mine as he owns a pretty nice restaurant in DC and we got some decent after hour parties there, and hung out with strippers, which is always good for a party. I stopped calling back after I knew he was a frosty. Maria’s actually got arrested (wow) and May’s is a personal trainer…and she is still seeing him (but not for long since she just figured it out).
Though I do have other friends that do the “Drew Barrymore” upon occasion, the fact is that none of us do. So is it weird that the three of us who all have VERY different taste in men would temporarily befriend coke dealers? At least it wasn’t meth (trashy!) and at least not all of us slept with them (snap).
Also, we may need to quit meeting guys in bars that are actually up and “functioning” at 5:00 a.m. It’s hard to notice the nasal drip and rambling conversation after an evening of libations.
Just say no.