When I was reading through your post and I noticed that you mentioned “Dinner and drinks turned into dinner, drinks, and more drinks at the bar” I immediately thought, “Oh noes, here comes the whiskey dick”. I am always careful about my alcohol intake when I am needed to perform later. Weed on the other hand gives me…

This whole thing is wonderful. I love how we’re all like, “So Ravenclaw, you and Alan, whaddya think?”

YES. We are all rooting for you to call him and have some crazy amounts of glorious sex, as long as you promise to tell us all about it. :-)

Get it, girl.

An alcoholic

Do it.

Pls do and send updates

I SHIP IT.

GIRL NO BUT DO I WANT TO BE HER?

I love how Alan has a bit of a fanbase on this thread right now!

Alan IS a cool name. My favorite spelling of it is “Allan,” but “Alan” is good too. Simple, classic, but it’s got personality.

Robert is the man none of us deserve. I’m so glad my divorce rebound was excellent.

Alan may not be the hero we want but he’s the hero we need.

Ok...

Team Alan. He’s even got a better name than Robert.

Bonus, he was sympathetic about, or at least totally unfazed by, the hook-up with limp-dick Robert. That’s kind of impressive.

Touchdown!

DAMMIT ROBERT THIS REDEMPTION STORY COULD HAVE BEEN YOURS

My coworker that I was hooking up with brought a date to the office Christmas party. Beginning of the night: um, ok dick. End of the night: sobbing tears. It got so bad that one of my other coworkers removed me from the party and then proceeded to make out with me in the alley outside. We ended up dating for 5 years.

Mine was a quasi-hookup, but bear with me. These dudes who lived together in a house while attending college were close-knit so they had a “post-Christmas” in February, in one of the dudes’ ranch in the countryside. I was invited by my BFF, one of the dudes’ girlfriends, and I was newly single, so I went. There was…