Dear former Ridiculously good looking Co-worker,
I really dont understand you. You ask if you can "buy me a martini" saturday night and then i dont hear from you until I get a text at 6:00 saturday night asking if you can have a rain check b/c you don't feel well. I would totally understand if this were the first time that scenario has played out, but its the 4th TIME!!! Either you keep changing your mind last minute or you have some sort of weird disease that keeps cockblocking you. Either way, SERIOULSLY........STOP F#$#ING with me!!!
Also, when I tell you I had surgery the first words out of your mouth should NOT be "what kind of painkillers did they give you, can i buy them from you?"
Thinking I picked a Dud,