"International" dating- part one

Okay, so maybe it is about ONE fun, cheap, easy hook up. Let's preface this with: When LL first left me it felt like I had been punched in the gut. I decided the best thing to do was to find something- ahem- someone.. to take my mind off of him. Enter Cocky. I had actually met Cocky several times in the past, but he really showed his true colors at a birthday party for a dear and mutual friend. After many drinks, he approached me to dance. By approach, I obviously mean he attached himself behind me and proceeded to try and grind on me. Every woman's dream. Still, I found him cute and my friend only had good things to say, so I firted with him. Half was through the night, he looked at me with glazed eyes, "Hey... what's your name?" I informed him that I had already told him my name several times. To just think, it started with an "N". "Hmmm... is it... Narnia?" No sir, I was not named after C.S. Lewis' classic. Later, Cocky would saunter up to me, put his elbow on the table and stare me down. "You are so lucky." When I asked why, he put his arm around me as he said, "Because there is a good chance I might go down on you tonight." Charming. Against all good judgement, I exchanged numbers with him. I quickly knew it was trouble, as all our conversations focused on the subtext of sex. Every statement had a hidden meaning behind it. After one particularly good Hawks game and one too many fireball shots, I decide to maek my move. Within 20 minutes we are at a bar getting a night cap, which quickly turns into us going back to his condo. Now, I had no intention of sleeping with him... but as we all know- sometimes intentions can be bullshit. I tried to let Cocky know I wasn't going to sleep with him by shouting that statement at him often and loudly. Once even while removing my shirt. Unfortunatly, drunk Nicole won that round and bad choices were made. Three times. The saddest part was I wasn't even enjoying myself. I was too dissappointed by my actions to fully have a good time with Cocky... not to mention that a very blatent stereotype that my mother warned me about was right. I will not repeat said stereotype, because I am a classy lady. But it did have to do with his nationality and what he was packing underneath those boxer briefs. The next mornnig we walked to the corner together, kissed goodbye and went our seperate ways (him to work, me to shower the night off of me). As I walked away I knew those would be the last words we said to one another. And I wasn't upset, I was ready to move onto better things.