Sitting in a bar at 12AM asking, "What am I doing?"

So your friendly, neighborhood blogger went to a friend's debate party for the first Obama-McStraighTalk debate on a Friday night. A friend of that friend, a person I met once before, is kind of flirty.

Beer and wine was consumed.

Flirtation was returned.

Text messages were exchanged.

Next thing I know, I'm scheduled to meet the flirter for drinks on a Tuesday night. But it turns out there's a second debate scheduled for that Tuesday. Then there was the weather and the flirter got all soaked in the rain and wants to go home and change first. A text is sent, "Weather sux. Got soaked. Want to meet at my place and watch the debate. I have wine and some beer."

Agreed.

But remaining in the back of my mind, I know that the flirter and the friend who hosted the first party had some kind of relationship in the past. The TV was on but I still haven't seen the debate, just read about it this morning.

Now, don't go thinking that way. All clothing remained in place. We just talked all the way through the debate. She's pretty cool but not sure what my attraction is.

Huh?