Netphoria Message Board - So my physical therapist has the hots for me and felt me up at a leather bar . . .

. . . and it all came to fruition this weekend. Friday was my last session with him since he's quitting, and I was invited to his going away party later that night. Debated going, but I went. Don't get me wrong, it was apparent that there was some tension there, but since he was my "doctor", it had to be professional.

Well, I went to the party, everone got drunk, his co-workers started telling me the behind-the-scenes information and how he felt. Everyone decides to leave the bar, Joel (physical therapist) invited me to follow him to meet some friends at a campy leather bar . . . well, I'm happy with booze, so I go. We bump into his ex, and they feel me up. I'm freaked and luckily, they close the bar right then. Yeah, I was stupid, but booze makes you stupid.

So I go get drunk the next night with some friends to recover and bump into my ex. Not fun. This weekend sucked and I've never been so drunk in years. Bleh.