So after the Martini Mingle a few of my girls and I went out to grab a post-work cocktail at (restaurant/bar that shall not be named.)

Last night I was at the bar that I have avoided for years despite the wonderful reputation…because of a dating mishap otherwise known as peepee pants. I’ve been there now 3-4 times with friends, all has been well.

LAST NIGHT HOWEVER…Marina turns to me as she sees a man walk out the door and says “Jen, is that him?”

Um, yep. YEP IT IS!

Marina told me he was definitely looking at me on his way out, which made me say something stupid like “How could he possibly recognize me from behind?” (Drunk people and bad thoughts, trust me we only SMOOCHED!)

Level of uncomfort, not too high. Now if I ever need to SPEAK to him.

Yep.