I had been seeing Jordan for about a month when he invited me to the pub with a few of his friends.
At the time, I was smitten. He was funny and extremely charismatic.
The kind of charismatic you should always be wary of.
You see, Jordan’s reputation preceded him.
I knew he had cheated on a girlfriend in the past. He drank a lot. He had a big group of male friends who I’d heard didn’t always treat girls very nicely.
But he was older now and I was sure he would’ve matured. (Idiot).
So off I went to the pub on a Saturday night. I tried to look kind of casual, but obviously I'd tried really hard.
His friends seemed nice. I was the only girl so I decided I'd invite my friend, Sara, who lived around the corner. She was newly single and I was surrounded by 10 available dudes.
I was helpin' a sista out. I felt very proud and thought I deserved an award for being such an outstanding friend.
An hour later she showed up. We shared some dinner and had a good chat. It turned out she actually knew the guy I was seeing from years ago, so they began to catch up, and I spoke to some of the other guys that were there.
Nothing about the situation bothered me in the slightest.
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As the night began to wind down I was pretty keen to go home, but one of the guys, Matthew, suggested we all go back to his house. His parents were away and he had an incredible pool. Jordan and Sara were keen so I shrugged my shoulders and off we went.
As we walked to his house, Jordan held my hand and told me how much he liked me. The whole thing had become very intense, very quickly. But I figured that was probably because he liked me so much...obviously.