Whack
Two Saturday nights ago was whack. I nearly got into a girlfight.
I was out with Joe. We have officially broken up but when he comes to Montreal to see his friends and family we some times hang out and we sometimes hook up. Breaking up is hard to — especially when you still care for each other but just cannot be there the way each other needs.
In any case, this past Saturday was one of those hangout nights. We were at the 10th anniversary of the wresting show we were both a part of for a few years. We had some fun, had a few beers. It was nice to see old friends and acquaintances. Some people looked loads better and some people did not. That stuff happens.
After the show was over a few of us went out for drinks. We sat at the bar. An old crush of mine came at me with all sorts of explicit propositions. That threw me for a loop. I was not technically there with Joe given the break-up, but we were still at the bar together— hugs and kisses and me buying his drinks style. Granted, he was making moves on another girl so I thought a little kissing between Mr. Crush was OK. And it was. My lipstick left evidence and Joe had a good laugh about it.
The girl he was fooling around with was there with her boyfriend. He is a wrestling friend of Joe's and it was all OK with him. I think the guys were looking for a swap. I was not opposed to this, but I was dealing with the other guy who had kissed me and propositioned me. I was a little overwhelmed, still processing.
It ended up that he was a bit too drunk so his friends took him home and I was left in the foursome. Joe encouraged me and the boyfriend to kiss which was surprisingly nice (I am digging facial hair kisses these days and he had a bit of that). At that moment Joe made out with the girl. It turns they did way more than that that some 20 minutes earlier in the park in front of the bar. That was had been a part of my earlier processing moment. Still, I was totally cool with it— just a little surprised.
When the foursome swap was proposed I was thinking since she and Joe had sex, that everything was cool with her, that she was cool with me kissing her boyfriend. Turns out I was wrong.
I leaned towards her to say we could get a room and have some fun the four of us. She spoke to me, making very little sense, something about me being old and think I know it all. It was super intense. I was feeling super defensive. She had sex with my guy. In a park, while I was inside. Her guy kissed me. Please don't hit me I said.
I got out before she could. It was just way too much. And this is one of many reasons I tend to stick to simple hook-up arrangements of me and one guy or girl— not group sex or swaps.
Whack, I tell ya. Whack.