Like a previous encounter with an ex, this one was not completely unexpected, even if this was unanticipated. While our paths rarely crossed, in a town as small as Austin, it was gonna happen at some point.
And that's how it happened. All of a sudden. That's how I wound up standing next to JH, Latex Guy, and current front-runner Chef Guy. I had hoped that my first encounter with Latex in the six-plus months since our breakup would have allowed for more one-on-one conversation without the pressure of ensuring that Chef Guy (who I've only been hanging out with for two weeks) was not insecure about me having an extended chat with some guy.
JH and Chef Guy were rather drunk, which made for some interesting conversation topics. For the most part, however, the conversation was comfortable, even if I did have to maneuver the conversation away from various "I miss us hanging out" comments made by Latex.
And then it happened. He was drunk. He was trying to keep it light. But it was still rather surreal. I don't quite remember how it happened, but JH asked to see Latex's cock. "I wanna see it. Go ahead, pull it out," he said.
My eyes widened. Did I really just hear what I thought I heard? Yes, one of my ex-boyfriends asked to see another ex-boyfriend's cock, in the middle of a bar, right in front of the guy I'm currently... dating.
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Saturday, July 7, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
What to do...
I felt the gentle touch on my right arm just as I reached the bar to order another drink. I turn around and saw her, one of Latex's best friends.
"Hey Cary, I thought that was you across the way. How are you?"
I stare at her for a moment, unsure of what is about to happen. Unsure of what exactly I'm supposed to do. Why is she at OCH? Is Latex with her? And she's pregnant... When did this happen?
A pleasant conversation ensues, during which she has this look in her eyes that she's being apologetic for the way that Latex acted at the end of our relationship. I decide not to venture down that road, instead talking about various silly little topics.
"I miss you coming over for dinner," she finally says. "Damn," I think to myself. "I didn't want to head down that path."
"Well, what's done is done. But I do miss those affairs, as well." And from there I steer the conversation elsewhere by introducing her to Shot Guy. On a side note, Shot Guy can talk. So its very easy to avoid any uncomfortable topics by just allowing him to take over the course of the conversation. This was no exception. The plan worked perfectly. For a while.
"So you should give me a call sometime," she eventually says. Once again, I just stare at her for a moment.
"Sweety, I... that's... not something I think I should do. You're one of Latex's best friends, I won't do that to him."
"I'm still gonna give you my number." And with that she grabs a trick card, scribbles her number down, and places the card in my hand. "Call me," she says. "I can have my own friends."
When I get home, I pull the card out of my pocket and place it on the kitchen counter, right next to the stove. I feel the urge to light the stove and burn the card. If Latex were to hang out with one of my best friends, I know how I would feel. I mean, I really don't have any negative feelings towards him, but he made it very clear how things were gonna be between us... non-existent. That's a line that I feel I must respect.
The next morning I'm in the kitchen, preparing some tea when Shot Guy comes in from the bedroom. I'm holding the card in my hand, unsure of what I should do with it. He asks about it, about her, about who she is. I tell him the truth. He takes the card from my hand, rips it up, and throws it in the trash.
"Hey Cary, I thought that was you across the way. How are you?"
I stare at her for a moment, unsure of what is about to happen. Unsure of what exactly I'm supposed to do. Why is she at OCH? Is Latex with her? And she's pregnant... When did this happen?
A pleasant conversation ensues, during which she has this look in her eyes that she's being apologetic for the way that Latex acted at the end of our relationship. I decide not to venture down that road, instead talking about various silly little topics.
"I miss you coming over for dinner," she finally says. "Damn," I think to myself. "I didn't want to head down that path."
"Well, what's done is done. But I do miss those affairs, as well." And from there I steer the conversation elsewhere by introducing her to Shot Guy. On a side note, Shot Guy can talk. So its very easy to avoid any uncomfortable topics by just allowing him to take over the course of the conversation. This was no exception. The plan worked perfectly. For a while.
"So you should give me a call sometime," she eventually says. Once again, I just stare at her for a moment.
"Sweety, I... that's... not something I think I should do. You're one of Latex's best friends, I won't do that to him."
"I'm still gonna give you my number." And with that she grabs a trick card, scribbles her number down, and places the card in my hand. "Call me," she says. "I can have my own friends."
When I get home, I pull the card out of my pocket and place it on the kitchen counter, right next to the stove. I feel the urge to light the stove and burn the card. If Latex were to hang out with one of my best friends, I know how I would feel. I mean, I really don't have any negative feelings towards him, but he made it very clear how things were gonna be between us... non-existent. That's a line that I feel I must respect.
The next morning I'm in the kitchen, preparing some tea when Shot Guy comes in from the bedroom. I'm holding the card in my hand, unsure of what I should do with it. He asks about it, about her, about who she is. I tell him the truth. He takes the card from my hand, rips it up, and throws it in the trash.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Another ending
It had been almost three days since we had spoken. The last words we had shared were terse and forceful. I had tried to calm things down before I left that evening, but he was not responsive.
“Do you really want our first fight to be over this?”
“Fine by me,” was all he said as he stalked into the house and shut down.
I’m not sure which frustrated me more – the fight or his shutting down. Clue Number 1
To say I was happy to get the call would be an understatement. I had left a couple of messages, but he had to cool down in his own way. That was how he handled things. “Let’s meet for drinks tonight,” he says.
“Great, I really want to put this whole thing behind us. I’ll call you after work. Have a great day, sweety.”
He didn’t respond in kind. Clue Number 2
When I walked into the restaurant bar, he stood up and hugged me. “It’s so good to see you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. That warm embrace, the closeness, the feel of his body against mine. I was sure it was all going to be ok.
But he didn’t kiss me first. Clue Number 3
“…it sort of clued me in that perhaps we’re moving in different directions…”
“…I wanted to tell you before it went too much further, to respect you and your feelings…”
“…it’s nothing personal, it’s just our feelings for each other are different.”
I felt my shoulders slump. The din of the bar banged and echoed in the swimming pool that was my head. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t even swallow. I looked him square in the eye and saw nothing but concern.
“Oh…” was all I could utter. I felt the tears pushing at the seams of my eyes, threatening to spill forth. “Not here, not here, not here” I said to myself over and over again. He’s talking, but I’m not hearing, I’m just trying to keep myself from crying in the bar. It was not until I was safe inside my car, about to head over to his house to collect my belongings that it flowed forth. Like a river cresting at flood stage they streamed, broken only by sobs and heaves.
A wise man once likened falling in love to a drop of some intoxicating, addictive substance entering your bloodstream. Once in the blood, it goes straight to the heart. You feel it once and you want to feel it again. Always.
I’m not sure when it entered my system with him, but it sure did. He had once commented that those words were frequently used too loosely. Said by those that neither understood or truly meant what they stood for.
Oh sweety… I know what they mean. I understand what they mean. And I spoke the truth.
“Do you really want our first fight to be over this?”
“Fine by me,” was all he said as he stalked into the house and shut down.
I’m not sure which frustrated me more – the fight or his shutting down. Clue Number 1
To say I was happy to get the call would be an understatement. I had left a couple of messages, but he had to cool down in his own way. That was how he handled things. “Let’s meet for drinks tonight,” he says.
“Great, I really want to put this whole thing behind us. I’ll call you after work. Have a great day, sweety.”
He didn’t respond in kind. Clue Number 2
When I walked into the restaurant bar, he stood up and hugged me. “It’s so good to see you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. That warm embrace, the closeness, the feel of his body against mine. I was sure it was all going to be ok.
But he didn’t kiss me first. Clue Number 3
“…it sort of clued me in that perhaps we’re moving in different directions…”
“…I wanted to tell you before it went too much further, to respect you and your feelings…”
“…it’s nothing personal, it’s just our feelings for each other are different.”
I felt my shoulders slump. The din of the bar banged and echoed in the swimming pool that was my head. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t even swallow. I looked him square in the eye and saw nothing but concern.
“Oh…” was all I could utter. I felt the tears pushing at the seams of my eyes, threatening to spill forth. “Not here, not here, not here” I said to myself over and over again. He’s talking, but I’m not hearing, I’m just trying to keep myself from crying in the bar. It was not until I was safe inside my car, about to head over to his house to collect my belongings that it flowed forth. Like a river cresting at flood stage they streamed, broken only by sobs and heaves.
A wise man once likened falling in love to a drop of some intoxicating, addictive substance entering your bloodstream. Once in the blood, it goes straight to the heart. You feel it once and you want to feel it again. Always.
I’m not sure when it entered my system with him, but it sure did. He had once commented that those words were frequently used too loosely. Said by those that neither understood or truly meant what they stood for.
Oh sweety… I know what they mean. I understand what they mean. And I spoke the truth.
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