A couple of weeks ago, I made a few new friends at a bar. I like going out and meeting new people, so this was hardly an exceptional time. In any case, I was on my way out, so I asked Antonio to pass my number along to one of the guys who wanted it. He nodded that he would, and I left the bar without giving it a second thought.

After a few days, Antonio was spending the night over when Drake's name suddenly came up (the guy Antonio was supposed to pass my number along to). Antonio had told me that Drake had sent him a text asking for my number. Antonio had replied with something to the extent of: "she's mine, I'm sleeping with her, I'm not giving you her number." I was slightly stunned with the news, and asked what Drake's reply had been. Apparently, Drake requested that Antonio not tell me that the conversation had transpired. I told Antonio that it was OK to give my number away, since I had given permission. But, he claimed that since he and Drake were friends, it was wrong of me to sleep with Drake, too. I assured Antonio that I didn't plan on having sex with Drake, and that if I wanted to exchange numbers, that was my choice. And, again, since we are not together, Antonio could really, only concede.

Fast forward to a week after meeting Drake. He ignored me completely when he saw me. True, we were in the presence of Antonio, but it was quite to the extreme. I guess he was respectful in what had transpired via text messaging between the two. I wasn't going to fight it or get involved. I just figured that if Drake was going to act so cold towards me, I wasn't going to let it bother me.

Skip to today. Saw Drake again when I went dancing. I didn't know whether or not to approach him or not. Just smiled in his direction, and then continued on with other friends. Then, when I was greeting a friend in his vicinity, he took my hand, kissed it, and started playing with it. Talk about mixed signals. Later, I spoke to him and he said that Antonio had said that I was his girlfriend of about 9 months, and that Drake was to stay away. Say what??

I'm so not interested in being in the middle of some squabble. Drake told me that he was extremely angry with Antonio, especially since I was quite frank in stating that Antonio was definitely not my boyfriend. That ship sailed long ago. Although, I suppose it does keep trying to dock at the harbour. In any case, it was an awkward night as Drake blatantly started hitting on me in the absence of Antonio.

It was about 3:30 in the morning once I left the bar, and Drake accompanied me outside. He reiterated his anger towards Antonio, and I told him to just let it go. He pleaded with me no less than a dozen times to just give him a chance, but I refused every time. It was a very uncomfortable twenty minutes as we stood outside in the cold. The air was so tense even the beggars on the street knew not to approach us (and, trust me, they never give up an opportunity to try get money from foreigners!).

"Just 15 minutes. Give me just 15 minutes," was the final plea.

15 minutes to do what?! I thought to myself, and then repeated out loud.

"Just come and you'll see," was the vague reply. Surely, I know better than to accompany a man home like that, right? Yes is the answer. What I said in the end?

"You're going to get on your bike and go back to your home. I'm going to get in a taxi and go back to my home."

Drake couldn't look at me again. He hopped on his bike, turned on his music, and revved the engine. Without a single word, glance, or otherwise, the bike roared off into the distance of the dark of night. Fuck, I thought to myself as I turned around and plopped into a taxi, why do men have to be so fucking difficult?!