F Josh's... AGAIN -Natasha

Ok so I went on a tangent awhile back stating that you should never date a man named Josh. I made the biggest chick mistake ever.... I went against my own good judgement and I decided to give Josh number 3 another chance... OMFG what a disaster... My friend and I we to the local watering hole one night, and were invited to a party at Josh's apartment... I really didn't want to go, because I haven't really talked to him since I told him off about the whole hanging with the ex thing... but my friend informed me that he no longer lived there.... the idea sounded slightly better at that point. I began to consider going because really what the f else did I have to do... All of a sudden in mid conversation I feel two masculine hands on my shoulders and I spin around real quick... (I don't like to be touched, unless I'm telling you to do the touching...lol) And its Josh.... WTF, there goes the party idea.... he tells my drunken friend that he has no idea what she is talking about with the party... and I think... "Cool... game on" When she gets up to go to the ladies room... he makes eye contact, I look for cover or a quick escape, but its to late, I'm cornered... He starts with the "Why did you blow me off" talk, I mention to him that I told him he didn't need to lie to me about where he was going on vacation, we weren't together and I had no claim to him, and besides, he has seen me since then and was quite rude when my friend from out of town, was at the table w/our friends one night (mind you this friend is 6'2" jacked and extremely attractive) And he pulled the juvenile comment of... "Friend... what friend... I thought you were dating that dude" to which I replied, long time friend lives in FL, you would've known that if you had asked or not acted like a prick so I could've introduced you" At this Josh#3 was dumb struck... Ha Ha I almost felt bad, and then 3 beers later, I felt really bad... GOD I'm a sucker... I tell him he should go to the party if he wants to talk anymore, but I need to get going... He says "I will go if your going" I say fine, I will see you there about 10:30.... My friend and I run and grab food, and go to another bar for a one-and gun. New bar is a completely different atmosphere then the previous establishment. We go from Irish pub with outdoor patio's to a douche invested dance club. I almost felt like I was watching A night at the Roxbury.... So I'm sitting at a table with a bunch of co-workers when random people keep coming up and saying hi. I ran a nightclub for about 2 yearsand I'm pretty fucking cool LOL, so sometimes, completely random people come and start talking to me like I've known them and there family since the womb or something. This guy comes up... His name is Chris and I met him a few years before while get this... I was prego... what the heck kind of sicko hits on a chick while she is pregnant... LOL Anyway, we have always kinda been buddies so I tell him its great to see him, and that I'm sure we will run into each other again.... My friend and I head to the party enough of the meat market for me tonight... We get to this so called party, and its 4 dudes, a chick and an old man poking at the fire with a stick.... What did I get myself into now... I have a few bottles of wine and my drink of choice Jager with me, and I'm ready to cause some ruckus... we are there for a little bit, and some more people show up. We are about even now in odds, 6 chicks 8 guys, that's pretty good for a NH bonfire party... Then Josh comes barreling down the driveway in his work truck... HOLY REDNECK he seems ok when he gets there, but with in 10 mins is all over me, saying that he wants us to be together and that I'm the girl of his dreams, at this point I realize that he is wasted. He asks if he can come to my house and when I say no, he says is going to drive an hour home, to bad he couldn't even walk and at one point even fell into the wood pile... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let him drive and he crashes or gets arrested on the way home. I ask his old roomate if he can crash there and go inside to look for a place to make him laydown... there is nothing... even the roomies bed is occupied at this point... wtf looks like he gets his wish, I tell him he can crash on my couch. I wake up about 3 am to him clumbing in my bed and trying to "cuddle" as he puts it... I kick him out of my room tell him to go to the couch, or he will have to sleep on the futon on the porch, he listens until about 8am, when he tries again... seriously dude... now i'm up for good it's time to bring you home... I'm all set with a 32 yr old that drinks to much and can't take no for an answer... Bring on the next contestant...