This Weekend in Numbers

Number of platonic meetings masquerading (in his mind only) as first dates: 1
Number of hours of relatively pleasant conversation, cumulative: 2.5
Number of Grey Goose martinis consumed: 2
Number of Grey Goose martinis I paid for: 0
Number of not-so-subtle attempts made by martini buyer to hold my hand, brush past my arm, graspy my thigh, or kiss me: I lost count at 17
Number of offers of additional drinks refused once I figured out Mr. Handsy's blatant agenda: 5
Number of Grey Goose martinis I would need to consume to consider this guy anything but friend material: 12
Number of Grey Goose martinis it would take for yours truly to slip into an alcoholic coma, thereby nullifying the need to explain lack of attraction to sweet, friendly, but somewhat pushy date: 11
Number of uninvited attempts at physical intimacy it takes for a woman who thought you rather harmless to end up writing you off as an entitled creep: 1
Number of disappointed older gentlemen left to drive home by themselves: 1
Number of women still craving physical contact after midnight: 1
Number of lucky guys closer to my age who came over after an invite was extended: 1
Number of beers consumed: 5
Number of hours Mr. Lucky spent at yours truly's abode, doing relatively little talking: 10
Number of empty condom wrappers on bedside table next morning: 4
Number of compliments given about the way I looked: 6
Number of laughs exchanged: too many to count, and that's a good thing
Number of embarrassing marks left as a reminder of last night's encounter: 3
Number of hours' sleep I got today: 5
Number of hours spent dreamily re-living last night's encounter: I lost count at 7

So... how was your weekend?