Damn, I want a cigarette is all I can think right now. As I begin to write this, I still haven’t fully processed just what the fuck has happened.
The other night there was a party at my friends’ house so my co-worker convinced me to check it out with him when we finally finished work. Of course, I walked in the door and an extremely inebriated Dan was the first person I saw. Of course, he hugged me and started acting all flirty while reminiscing on our past encounters. I excused myself to do a lap, but somehow ended up talking to Dan again. At one point, my brother literally stepped in between the two of us and started talking to me and now I realize why… because he saw something in my eyes and was doing his best to put a stop to it. Because in that moment I really hoped something would happen between Dan and I. If it were ever to happen again, it would be right now I rationalized, I’m drunk, he’s drunk, we’re vibing.
As I stepped outside to enjoy a smoke, he followed me and began mooching off me, as is his way.
“Seriously, you’ve smoked half of every pack I’ve ever bought, you really need to buy me a pack! And pick up a pack for yourself since obviously you’re a smoker too.”
“I’m not a smoker anymore,” he retorted, “I smoke maybe a cigarette a week. It’s only when I’m drunk. Or when I’m around other people smoking.”
“I think it’s only around me because you take advantage of my good nature,” I responded, but still, I shared all of my last few cigarettes with him.
Later on, I was sitting with him on the front steps and went inside the house to use the bathroom, when I came out he was gone. Biked home; didn’t even say goodbye. I wasn’t all the surprised, but it still hurt, a lot. I like the expression “heavy hearted” cause that’s exactly what it felt like: my heart had sunk to the bottom of my stomach. Why was I doing this to myself? Why was I letting him into my life and just throwing myself in his line of fire? I just kept giving and giving and he kept taking and taking. I couldn’t even stand up for myself. Hadn’t I learned anything?
When my friend offered me a little bit of mushrooms, I gladly took them. It was, after all, officially September, we all had reason to celebrate the end of summer. The mushies hit me hard and I spent the remainder of the night getting followed around by one of the roommates 20-year-old brother who was visiting from out of town. I began to seriously contemplate going for it, he may have been young but he was totally beautiful.
“Don’t forget about the staff party tomorrow,” my co-worker called as he left.
“I won’t! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Hey, I got invited to that thing,” the 20-year-old chimed in, “My brother’s girlfriend works there.”
The two of us then decided it would be a brilliant idea to try and stay up all night and show up absolutely wrecked to a daytime party full of families with young children. By 5 am we were passed out spooning on the futon. Again, I seriously considered taking it further, it was, after all, September and I had lasted the whole summer like I set out to. But he seemed so nervous and when I considered the fact that he would tell his brother, who would tell his girlfriend, who would tell everyone at work, who would tell everyone else including Dan, I decided against it, but thought that even saints deserved a good cuddle sesh.
The draught continues I thought, but I was so very wrong...
In the morning it was pissing rain, so I got a ride with my bike and we all stopped for breakfast sandwiches. The guys were discussing getting stoned on the couch and watching movies all day and I felt incredibly jealous. I didn’t want to spend my only day off at this event; I didn’t want to ride into town, go on a boat, and be out in the rain surrounded by families and happy couples; I didn’t want to socialize and make small talk with my relatively new co-workers. I. Just. Didn’t. Want. To. I wanted to take a hungover day for myself and I wanted to start by having a nap. My co-workers texted trying to convince me to come, but I relented. I (wrongfully) assumed that I wouldn’t be missed at the 100+ event. To this day, I’m not sure what it was that changed. I had every intention to go to this thing up until that moment. Maybe it was my own insecurities or just plain laziness, but what I did that day was very entertaining indeed…
“John? John?” I heard my roommates name being shouted down the hall.
I stuck my head out my open door to see his best friend Jess.
“John went to the staff party with Carlie,” I told him, “How’re you doing? Long time no see.”
He began to tell me about how he was going through some hard times and feeling rather depressed about his recent breakup. I climbed back in my bed and invited him to sit down in my room. I listened to him talk and tried to offer advice and encouraging words and then gave him a huge hug.
“Would it be strange if we cuddled?” he asked me.
“I was actually kind of thinking the same thing.”
We started spooning and at one point in our cuddle session he began sort of massaging me.
Okay where is this going?
Then his hand grazed my braless breasts and I gasped, he continued to massage around them while playing with the waist of my pj pants.
I should probably stop this… but maybe not just yet
He continued to explore and I didn’t stop it, it just felt too good.
It wasn’t long before we were both naked and I was digging around in my dresser in search for condoms. The two of us got down and dirty and the weirdest part was that not once in our entire encounter did we kiss. There was no intimacy involved whatsoever, just straight animalistic sex and it was pretty hot. I came twice and we both collapsed on the bed.
“How the fuck did this happen?” I gasped.
“I have no idea,” he replied.
And with that we both passed out, still cuddling unit I woke up again at 4 in the afternoon.
I had a missed call, voicemail and text from my manager saying that they’d all like to see me present at the staff party.
Shit I thought. I looked over at a naked Jess, shit shit shit!
We started talking, trying to comprehend what had taken place between us.
“I always thought you were hot,” he admitted, “and thought about asking you on a date.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I thought you were seeing someone at the time.”
“I guess I was,” i said, thinking back on how I was smitten with Dan when I first met Jess and then he had gotten a girlfriend shortly after. I’d always thought Jess was cute, but thought nothing more of it since he was John’s best friend. He was also close with my girlfriend Sally and I had encouraged her to go for him when he became newly single, but she always saw him in the friendship light.
As if reading my thoughts, he said, “You know, Sally’s going through some stuff right now too. She and I are good friends and we’ve only ever been friends, but I don’t know if she can handle this… maybe we shouldn’t tell her.”
“You know her better than me. If that’s how you feel…” I had no problem keeping our indiscretion quiet, but the first person I thought of telling was her.
“So, I think you’re really cool and I’m not seeing anyone right now at all, so I think…”
“I’m leaving soon,” I told him, “I wanna keep things casual, but I would like to spend some time with you, get to know you, just take it day by day you know?”
“Yeah okay, sounds good. Maybe we could hang out tonight? After I have dinner at Sally’s? I gotta go teach a surf lesson now.”
We exchanged numbers, hugged, but still, not a single kiss, not even a peck.
That night, after texting back and forth, he came over when everyone else was asleep and we threw down again like we had earlier and passed out in each others arms. Having the satisfaction of sex and the warmth of a man next to me was incredible.
I woke up in the morning to my roommate texting me, asking if I was ready to go for breakfast. I groaned and texted her back that I needed 20 minutes, then started laughing because obviously she knew not to enter my bedroom.
“I gotta go have breakfast,” I groggily informed him.
“I’m supposed to be having breakfast with my boss in a little bit,” he yawned.
I got ready, but he stayed in bed, “I’m just gonna sleep a little bit longer.”
I hugged him and told him I’d talk to him later. When I returned home from breakfast, a part of me hoped he would still be in my bed, but he was gone. I lay in bed all day and thought about the situation over and over again. I lamented going to work in fear that everyone was mad at me and that I’d get fired for not attending.
Why didn’t I just go to my staff party? Then none of this would have happened. I would never have fucked Jess and my life would still be boring but uncomplicated.
Yet I didn’t regret any of my actions, in fact, given the chance I’d do it all over again. What I really felt guilty about was my lack of remorse. I knew I should regret getting involved with someone so mentally and emotionally unstable, it was just asking for trouble. But I believe we both just really needed it, we sort of helped each other.
That night at work, everyone asked why I wasn’t at the party, but no one seemed mad. I couldn’t very well admit I was busy getting laid all afternoon, so I made up a bevy of excuses: I was tired, under the weather, not feeling it, etc.
When I left, I had a text from Jess. I wanted to see him, so I texted him back asking him about his day. No response. One day later and still nothing. Finally he texted me to say he was going to the mainland for a week for work. I asked him when he was leaving, he informed me that he was already gone. That was the last I heard from him.
Now I’m really starting to trip out. Do I continue this messed up relationship with him? Do I tell my roommate John? Would he even care? Do I tell Sally? If she found out would she be mad? Or just mad that I kept it from her? What the hell do I do?!?! I guess I wait the week out and try to sort out my thoughts.
Apparently the theme for September is self-sabotage starting right off the bat and turning my whole world upside-down. Shit.