It's complicated...
So as it turns out, I am able to make huge drama without even trying. And in the end, I'm the giant asshole somehow. Who knew? Plus, it seems that I may have sabotaged the flirtation with the young guy because of my own stupidity and weakness. Ok, so here's the story.
Young guy and I hung out that first time, and had a great time. Nothing happened. We didn't even kiss. Not even on the cheek. So he says he wants to go see this scary movie, so I say okay, sure. Plans have been made. So I go through my week, and one night old guy (aka 'the boy') calls me and announces he's coming over. And so he comes over, moves my wine fridge for me, and we hang out. It's clear that he's feeling frisky, as evidenced by the giant bruise above my knee from when he leaned over and bit me while we were sitting on the couch talking. Then there are the two smaller bruises a bit higher up. But I digress. So needless to say, things progress as usual and we go to bed, fool around, then go to sleep. Then when he wakes up in the morning, we do it, then he goes to work. Nothing really out of the ordinary, and I go on with my day. I'm actually looking forward to going to the movie with the young guy that night. So we meet up with another couple he's friends with, and as it turns out, the movie is sold out. We would have gone to a bar, but the other girl was only 19 (I forgot about the drama of not having valid ID-yuck), so we go to a late night restaurant that serves alcohol and just hang out. When we leave, young guy comes over to the house. We hang out on the couch for a while and then go to bed. And it's the same thing all over again. Nothing happens. No kissing, no nakedness, just laying there talking for a while and then sleep. So far so good, right?
Then morning comes. He wakes up and asks me the time, which is about an hour before I have to get up for work. He gets up, goes in the bathroom, and I'm still pretty groggy. Then he comes out, says he's leaving, and takes off. Really?, I say. Yep. Well, okay. And before he leaves he says this: You know where I live if you want to hang out again. Umm, okay. You know you are in my house right now, right?
Anyway, he leaves and I go back to sleep. When I wake up again, I'm still mystified as to why he bolted so quickly and so early in the morning. So I lay there for a minute, then roll over to his side of the bed and look over the side. Then I see something. Amidst a couple of pillows on the floor are old guy's underwear. Yep. Fuck. I feel like an asshole. I had no idea. Old guy never mentioned that he left them. I was completely caught unawares. What does one do in this situation? How to manage damage control?
So I send him(young guy) an email asking if he's okay. Pretend I have no idea. Maybe he didn't see. Maybe he doesn't care. I don't know. He sends me a message back that he wanted to get out of my way before I had to get up for work. Okay....somewhat plausible...I guess I'll just roll with that and see what happens. If he never speaks to me again, I guess I'll know my answer. It sucks how stupidly it happened, though.
But I can't help but being kind of ticked at old guy, since he managed to prevent me from dating someone else, and this happened to be someone I really liked and could have tried something with (no kissing weirdness aside). It's like he's mastered some sort of subversive sabotage that takes little to no effort to accomplish. Truth be told, yes, I am a ho for sleeping with him at all, much less the night before the date, but even if it had been several nights it probably would have still happened. I never go to that side of the bed, so the offending garments would have lain there indefinitely regardless of if or when I ever had another date. But he assumes that there's not a possibility of there being anyone else in my bed, and that it isn't necessary to tell me he left his undergarments in my house. If the shoe was on the other foot and I had left mine at his house for some other girl to find, he would be livid. That girl would freak out and they would have a giant throwdown and I would be pegged as the villain. And here he is, ruining my chances for normalcy without even a heads up.
But anyway, that's it. I can walk around with bruises all over my thighs and no one will notice (arms and neck raise suspicions, but not legs for some reason). One pair of underwear on my floor and it's all over. Plus I become a terrible person. All because I have a weakness for someone who makes my life complicated. Ugh.
Young guy and I hung out that first time, and had a great time. Nothing happened. We didn't even kiss. Not even on the cheek. So he says he wants to go see this scary movie, so I say okay, sure. Plans have been made. So I go through my week, and one night old guy (aka 'the boy') calls me and announces he's coming over. And so he comes over, moves my wine fridge for me, and we hang out. It's clear that he's feeling frisky, as evidenced by the giant bruise above my knee from when he leaned over and bit me while we were sitting on the couch talking. Then there are the two smaller bruises a bit higher up. But I digress. So needless to say, things progress as usual and we go to bed, fool around, then go to sleep. Then when he wakes up in the morning, we do it, then he goes to work. Nothing really out of the ordinary, and I go on with my day. I'm actually looking forward to going to the movie with the young guy that night. So we meet up with another couple he's friends with, and as it turns out, the movie is sold out. We would have gone to a bar, but the other girl was only 19 (I forgot about the drama of not having valid ID-yuck), so we go to a late night restaurant that serves alcohol and just hang out. When we leave, young guy comes over to the house. We hang out on the couch for a while and then go to bed. And it's the same thing all over again. Nothing happens. No kissing, no nakedness, just laying there talking for a while and then sleep. So far so good, right?
Then morning comes. He wakes up and asks me the time, which is about an hour before I have to get up for work. He gets up, goes in the bathroom, and I'm still pretty groggy. Then he comes out, says he's leaving, and takes off. Really?, I say. Yep. Well, okay. And before he leaves he says this: You know where I live if you want to hang out again. Umm, okay. You know you are in my house right now, right?
Anyway, he leaves and I go back to sleep. When I wake up again, I'm still mystified as to why he bolted so quickly and so early in the morning. So I lay there for a minute, then roll over to his side of the bed and look over the side. Then I see something. Amidst a couple of pillows on the floor are old guy's underwear. Yep. Fuck. I feel like an asshole. I had no idea. Old guy never mentioned that he left them. I was completely caught unawares. What does one do in this situation? How to manage damage control?
So I send him(young guy) an email asking if he's okay. Pretend I have no idea. Maybe he didn't see. Maybe he doesn't care. I don't know. He sends me a message back that he wanted to get out of my way before I had to get up for work. Okay....somewhat plausible...I guess I'll just roll with that and see what happens. If he never speaks to me again, I guess I'll know my answer. It sucks how stupidly it happened, though.
But I can't help but being kind of ticked at old guy, since he managed to prevent me from dating someone else, and this happened to be someone I really liked and could have tried something with (no kissing weirdness aside). It's like he's mastered some sort of subversive sabotage that takes little to no effort to accomplish. Truth be told, yes, I am a ho for sleeping with him at all, much less the night before the date, but even if it had been several nights it probably would have still happened. I never go to that side of the bed, so the offending garments would have lain there indefinitely regardless of if or when I ever had another date. But he assumes that there's not a possibility of there being anyone else in my bed, and that it isn't necessary to tell me he left his undergarments in my house. If the shoe was on the other foot and I had left mine at his house for some other girl to find, he would be livid. That girl would freak out and they would have a giant throwdown and I would be pegged as the villain. And here he is, ruining my chances for normalcy without even a heads up.
But anyway, that's it. I can walk around with bruises all over my thighs and no one will notice (arms and neck raise suspicions, but not legs for some reason). One pair of underwear on my floor and it's all over. Plus I become a terrible person. All because I have a weakness for someone who makes my life complicated. Ugh.
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