Back at the Batcave

By 10 PM on Saturday we were seated on my couch watching TV.

It should be mentioned that I don't have cable.

It should also be mentioned that I don't like having people in my apartment that I don't know that well.

He took me out to dinner at a microbrewery he frequents with business clients. Afterwards he just drove back to my place without even asking me and followed me in and sat down on my couch.

I opened my fridge and popped a beer top. Maybe drinking myself into a haze would make this night more exciting.

"Would you like one?"

"Do you have anything besides Bud Light?"

"Um, no. I wasn't expecting company."

"Well then Bud Light will be fine."

He found the remote under a pillow and began flipping through the channels. I took a long drink. When he said he was going to plan the night, I thought it meant it was going to be more than dinner at a bar followed by watching TV in my apartment.

"Damn, you have a lot of Spanish stations and religious channels."

"Yeah, er, I only get the 5 major networks. I don't really watch that much TV."

45 minutes later and my beer was getting warm; I didn't even feel like drinking it. I wondered how long I would have to wait before kicking him out of my place-- I wanted to crawl under my down comforter and watch my Grey's Anatomy DVDs in bed.

My phone broke the silence. It was N.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Oh we're watching TV at my place. What's up? Are y'all going out tonight?"

"We're thinking of going to a club."

Desperation hit my voice, "Yes! Let's!"

"Okay, just to warn you, it's a lesbian club."

"I don't care!"

I think N picked up on my desperation to do anything, including spending my Saturday night at a lesbian bar. "Is my friend treating you okay?"

KB leans into my phone, "Don't believe a word Jessica says!"

I looked at him, "Did you just call me Jessica? My name is Sarah."

His eyes widened.

"N, did you just hear him call me Jessica?"

"Yes."

"He's so buying us top shelf tequila for that."

I made a joke out of it, but I was really offended. He was in my home and depleting my beer supply and he forgot my name. Or worse, he was depleting my beer supply and thinking of a girl named Jessica. He should be drinking Jessica's beer.

I got up to change.

"Are you really changing to go to a lesbian club?"

"Why not?"

"Well, they're lesbians. What's the point of dressing up?"

"I'm not going to go to a club in boots and a sweater; I don't care who is there. I like looking nice for me. "

"Is this what I have to look forward to?

"What?"

"Sitting around while you change?"

I wouldn't be so sure of yourself.

To the lesbian club...