For a while I felt on top of the world.
I had a decent guy in my bed and a couple more on the side. I felt like a pimp and the emotion-free sexual deviant I had always strived to be. Until a few days ago at least…
Cut to my last encounter with Ted. It was early in the morning and we had just finished having sex. We lay in bed cuddling and chatting before he had to get up and get ready for work.
Ted turned to me and said, “I had the craziest dream last night…”
“What was it?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I dreamt that I was having a threesome with you and Kennedy,” he laughed. “I don’t know, I guess I just always think of the two of you together.”
His comment caught me off guard and made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
He begun getting ready while I stayed in bed. He came back into the bedroom to give me a kiss and announce he was leaving and that I was welcome to sleep as long as I wanted and let myself out. I slept a while longer and then headed home to get ready before making the drive to Auckland to show my car to some potential buyers.
Throughout the day, his comment kept coming into my mind, I just couldn’t seem to shake it.
During my drive, I caught up with Kennedy on the phone. She asked about Ted and I brought up his comment.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” she stated, “On that first night he wanted to hook up with us at the same time.”
“WHAT?!” I cried in dismay.
“Yeah… I told you this!!”
“You most certainly did not, or else I would have NEVER slept with him again.”
“I swear I told you… Apparently he told Chad he was going to invite us over to look at the stars and try to fuck us both at the same time.”
I was mortified. Ted and Kennedy were always on friendly terms before he and I ever got to talking and I always assumed he was interested in her, but I thought maybe that changed when he met me. When he messaged her that first night and invited the two of us over I thought it was because he was too shy to get a hold of me and invite me over on my own. Not because he wrongfully assumed he could fuck us both and ended up with me as some sort of consolation prize…
I told myself it didn’t matter and to just let it go, but I couldn’t shake the hurt I felt. Kennedy is usually the centre of attention when it comes to men: they all love her, they all want her. She is flirtatious by nature and is instantly interested in most guys she meets. It doesn’t really bother me because I’m not into said guys, that and I am actually quite confident in my own looks. Yes Kennedy is hot, but I am too, we are attractive in two completely opposite ways. That being said, sometimes I can’t help but feel like her short, frumpy sidekick. On top of all that, my and Kennedy’s lives are already so intertwined: we shared a car, a house, a room, friends, experiences, everything. Just for once, I wanted to be seen as an individual, at least to the guy I was sleeping with. The same guy I thought was nice and into me. Once again I had played the part of naive fool.
Shortly after I arrived in Auckland, I received a message from Chad asking where the fuck I had been hiding. We talked a little and I asked why he never told me about Ted’s true intentions. He immediately asked who had told me that and then got to work denying it. I said it didn’t really matter, that I was just curious and left it at that.
On Thursday I worked an event and my co-worker and I went across the street to the pub for a drink when we’d finished.
From my spot on the deck I spotted Ted walking down the road from his house. He came over, gave me a hug and then went to join his friends for a game of pool. I didn’t want to see him and perhaps my feelings were obvious. When he left, he came over and said goodbye and then messaged me later to apologize for not inviting me over, explaining that he was really tired.
I messaged him back saying it was fine as I was also tired and not into sex at that particular moment.
That was 2 weeks ago and I hadn’t heard a word from him since. Until this weekend…
I was happily clad in sweats and about to settle in for my nightly Netflix binge when I got a message from Chad, insisting I stop being a wiener and come out with him. At the same time I got a message from my buddy Kurt, announcing that he was back in town and asking me to come out. I made the same tired excuses, but in the end I gave in. I had been hiding under a rock for too long and besides, I knew Kurt wanted to get with me and I was kind of curious myself.
I showed up at the pub and made my way through the thick crowds, clutching my jug of beer awkwardly. Neither Chad nor Kurt were anywhere to be seen. But I did see Ted, chatting up a sexy brunette in this distance and doing his best to disregard me. I saw a couple other friends and sat with them for a while. Ted whisked his companion off for what I can only assume involved mediocre sex at his nearby abode. Despite my best efforts, I did notice them leave together, but I wasn’t mad, in fact it all made a lot of sense. But knowing he was banging someone else did give me that extra incentive for my actions later in the night….
Chad finally showed up and was acting like a wasted idiot and had no idea where Kurt was. I was nearly done my jug and was contemplating calling it a night and making the long drive home until Kurt finally showed up. They convinced a few of us to go over to the bar before last call. I figured since I was out anyway and had a place to crash I may as well make the most of it. We did a couple shots and then went back to Kurt’s. We smoked copious amounts of weed and that’s when I started puking. And puking. And puking some more. I eventually managed to drag my wasted ass off the bathroom floor and onto a cot in Kurt’s room where I immediately puked into an awaiting bucket. He told me that if I felt better I was welcome to join him in his bed.
I woke up in the morning and felt stupid and disappointed. Rather than chalk the entire experience as a loss, I got up, brushed my teeth, climbed into bed with Kurt and seduced him. It was exactly what I imagined sex with someone nearly 10 years my junior would be like and I can only pray to God that I did not take his virginity. I told him what to do and got mine before passing back out. Everyone was starting to wake up so we went to the bakery for food. That’s when I got the message from Ted:
“Hey, I’m really sorry last night. I think I’ve been going a little crazy cause I know I’m leaving soon.”
I was genuinely confused. Sorry for what? Fucking someone else? Ignoring me? Did we have some sort of fight or interaction that I couldn’t recall? I asked him why he was apologizing.
“Maybe it’s not a big deal, but I left with someone else last night and I feel like an asshole.”
That’s when the rage hit me. What the fuck was this idiot hoping to accomplish? Did he think his apology would keep me fucking him? Or did he genuinely feel guilty and was trying to clear his conscience? What did he expect me to say in return? What a dumb mother fucker!
I thought about my response. I knew I should probably ignore him completely, or better yet, come up with some breezy response along the lines of ‘Whatevs, I’m fucking other people too.’ But in that moment that’s not how I felt. I had to say something and make it icy so as to ward off any future attempts to fuck me and what came out was:
“You and I always knew this was just sex. You’re free to do whatever/whoever you like. But after 2 weeks of not speaking to me, don’t message me some paltry excuse and apology, it’s not making you look like a nice guy. And don’t bother responding to this message. Have a good one.”
Too cold perhaps? For me it felt just right. And he got the point. When I saw him at the pub again later that day, he made no effort to speak to me and he and his friend left shortly after for the bar.
Once again, I let my emotions into what should have been a carefree fling. Now I’m more desperate than ever to get the fuck out of this town and its people.
Maybe I’ll have better luck next time. Or maybe I should just give up on the notion of no-strings-attached. Clearly it’s an unobtainable goal.