After graduating college, I made the move to a new city to pursue bigger opportunities in my field. My first job was a 5-month contract as an office assistant on a big event in the city.
About a month into the contract, new workers were coming in every day. On a quiet Monday, 3 new faces walked into the office. There was a middle-aged woman, a man in his early thirties and a much younger guy. My boss greeted them, showed them around, and everyone got settled.
After some time passed, the younger guy got up from his desk and walked over to mine.
“My name is Adam,” he said with a smile and his hand out for a handshake. I was a bit taken aback. Adam was pretty attractive and a confident swagger about him.
I shook his hand and introduced myself. I didn't think too much about this interaction because I was dating someone at the time. We chatted for a bit, and then I went back to my work.
A few weeks later, my boyfriend and I broke up. We didn’t date for long, but I was pretty bummed out about it. Two days after the break up, it was a Friday night and my co-workers were going out for drinks. I was tired and not in the mood, so I planned to skip the outing.
After wrapping up for the day, I headed to the elevator to go home. The elevator came down to my floor, dinged and opened up. Adam was standing in front of me.
“Hey!” he said with excitement.
“Hey!” I said with a smile and got in the elevator with him. The doors closed. We were alone. Butterflies filled my stomach. For the first time, the little attraction I had for him grew because it could.
“Are you coming out for drinks?” he said. Oh my god, well yes I’m going now I thought. Adam and I only had moderate interactions together since our introduction, so I wanted to get to know him better. I agreed and we headed over. That was the beginning of not being able to say no to this guy.
It was a hot July night, and most of the office was out on a patio at a near by pub. Adam and I arrived together and sat next to each other. I felt comfortable around Adam because we were both the youngest workers in the office. It was rare to work with people close to my age in my industry, so it was cool to have maybe found a friend.
We talked for a few minutes as our first beer arrived. Then what he said next made me completely taken aback.
“How many people have you slept with?” he asked with a serious face.
I told him the number without a beat passing. This question was pretty invasive, but in the moment I didn’t think too much about it. I felt the need to tell him because his charm had a hold on me.
“I’ve slept with 19,” he said in full confidence.
I paused, and then started laughing because I didn’t know how to react. Were we really having this conversation within minutes of getting to know each other? He pulled up a note on his phone and showed me. It was a list of 19 girl’s names. I laughed harder and realized this guy was serious.
After more small talk, our third beer arrived and we were deep in conversation. In no way did the list conversation ruin the mood. He intrigued me so much, I wanted to know more. We were getting along very well that night.
“I have a girlfriend,” he cut in abruptly, like he was admitting something to me that he should’ve said a while ago. His eyes darted towards the ground and then asked me if I was single.
"My boyfriend and I broke up earlier this week," I said. My smile turned into a frown, and the feeling of distress filled my body immediately thinking back to this.
“Who wants a round of shots!” he got up and yelled to the table to break the awkward air between us. A round of shots came and the table of 10 people shot them back. We all went from tipsy to full out drunk.
Another hour on the patio went by and so did another round of drinks. Adam and I continued to talk about anything and everything. It felt like we were in our own bubble. My 20-year-old self was completely mesmerized by this guy. People started to leave one by one, and next thing we knew we were the only ones left.
“Oh my god it’s 2 am,” I said after I looked at my phone and realized the time.
We looked around at the empty restaurant and realized it was time to go. The waiter brought us our bills. I glanced at his bill as it hit the table. $200. He caught a glimpse of my stunned face, threw his credit card on the table and said “Oh well,” like he had all the money in the world.
After paying our bills, without a word, he grabbed my hand and we left the patio hands together. He didn’t realize the effect he had on me, or maybe he did, by holding my hand that night. I should've walked away, but I didn't. I was hooked.
We held hands all the way to the cab that we shared to get home. Once arriving at my apartment, I left the cab and it drove off with him in it. His charm was going to get away with a lot and this was just the beginning.