I went out tonight to a place I've been going to about every 2-3 weeks. It's where I met the guy (P) who's really into me, but I'm not so into him. I like him, but I don't really feel the need to kiss him. I texted him before I went, though, just a "hey, I'm gonna be at xyz tonight if you're going to be there." He said he was going, and we exchanged a few friendly words, but nothing really flirtatious. Once he got there, I started to wonder if I should give him a chance. He's only two years older than me, which is younger than I thought he was. He sat next to me most of the night. Then...he went to the bathroom...or to smoke (which I expressed my distaste in). Another guy moved in. Asked what I was drinking. I told him, then my (married and clueless) friend told him what she was drinking. He bought us (but I'm sure he meant just me) a couple of drinks tonight. He was young and I didn't get his name. Then along comes R. He's apparently P's friend, but he's flirting with me once P leaves. He tells me he's quite a bit older. Again, P leaves and another guy moves in. I want to instantly rip this guy's clothes off. Seriously. He's hot. Then he tells me he's a teacher. He asks me if P is my boyfriend (bc he's taken his seat, and P is sitting on the other side of me now) and I tell him no, but he'd like to be. We talk for awhile, but I told him that I feel bad for not talking to P. So he walks away. I got called up to sing, and we grab hands and exchange glances on the way. Later (while P is off again, smoking) he comes over and is flirting-hard. At one point, he kissed me in front of everyone. Then he asks me to go outside with him. I led him out where I know there are people and he just keeps kissing me, telling me I'm beautiful, etc. then I see P walk out. Ugh. J asked for my number, and I gave it to him, then told him I needed to go back inside bc I'd left my friend. So I'm getting ready to leave, telling J goodbye, and P walks by- seeing us again. As I'm finally leaving, R stops me and asks me for my number! I told him he was too old, (49) but I'd take it for a friend. On my way home, I got a text from P- he's not happy. Ugh. I'm pretty sure he knew what was up. He asked me out-again- and I told him I hadn't decided yet. In the meantime, I want to rip J's clothes off and am resisting the urge to text him right now!!! I told him I think he's a player. He says he's a nerd. I guess if I hear from him, we'll find out. I feel bad for ditching the "nice" guy, but he really wasn't doing it for me!! I'm sure this makes no sense! Too many men. Too many initials. Essentially, I left with two guys' numbers tonight, and the nice guy was not happy about it!