Happy Valentine’s Day all! This is somewhat belated because just as I was about to post earlier last night, I got a call from Cuz.
…but first, I should tell you about last week. Many things are changing or their natural course is becoming clear, and it’s somewhat dizzying.
Sunday, Metal informed me that his long distance girlfriend broke up with him via email. He crafted an extremely pussified response to try to get her back, and I advised him to man it up a bit. It didn’t require much coaxing as he’s naturally very manly. So that night we were going to go out and drink to his manhood.
A little reminder, this is the one I went on one date and made out with, who later decided I wasn’t good enough because of my age and not being an obvious enough rocker. We developed into platonic friends with some sexual tension since he still finds me somewhat shaggable and hang-out-able, just not girlfriendly. Cool with me, as the romantic sentiment sprang only from the non romantic sentiments anyway. It took some doing, but I rolled back my more inconvenient feelings and moved forward.
So anyway, he couldn’t make it, so I hung out with TB instead. We drank well and talked all night. He’s a bit young for me, and still has some roads to travel, but he’s fun to be around. He introduced me to the only relatively inexpensive vodka I can swallow and actually enjoy: Zubrovska. It’s made with some kind of special aromatic grass, and is just heavenly.
TB is turning out to be a bartender to be reckoned with. He’s an artist with alcohol.
Later last week, I got an out of the blue call from Craneman, the old bitch from this post. He wanted to visit. While we were sitting and talking, and then him mauling me, and me fending him off, I was saved by the bell. Metal called, and wanted to visit.
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Horrorcore me said, “Sure! Come on over!” So when he comes, I get up to go to the door, and Craneman comes with me. We all come back in, and I do my southern thing, offering them tea, and then disappearing to the kitchen to fix it…taking my time. Mind you, neither of them knows that I had any romantic feelings for either of them, but as the voices became more “barky”, I could smell the testosterone in the air, and feel the tension. It was beautiful, and they both deserved whatever discomfort they were feeling at that moment.
Me? I treat it like it’s all good…no big deal since I wasn’t valuable enough to either of them to prevent them from sidelining me for whores.
Right?
Heheheheh…So I bring their tea, and they’re sitting on the sofa, and I’m on a separate chair, watching them and smiling. They talked about politics and sports…man stuff. I tuned out most of it because of that two men talking thing.
Eventually, since he had to get back to band rehearsal, Metal rose to go, and Craneman went with him and me to the door. So alpha. No eyeing, long hand shaking, or too long hugging was going to happen on his watch. Heheheh…
After Metal left, we got back to him mauling, and me fending, all the way to the bitter end of seeing him to the door, and walking him down the porch. It was very flattering, but he doesn’t deserve me.
…and then we get to last night…Valentine’s day. Cuz came over, and took me out for a ride since my roomate LE needs the place quiet to sleep. So we park in a private spot near the gym, and the usual talk ensues, only this time he gives me a mild ultimatum. He wants to get me an apartment so I can be his kept woman, and I have a week to decide.
He’s made this offer before, but not with this kind of tone. Before, his offers were more like brainstorming, but now he has the place picked out, and a plan for how things will be. He gave me rules.
…but there’s still the problem of his wife. Even if she finds out, she’ll only have herself to blame since it was she and her parents (her father is his mother’s brother) who drove him away twice before. Their greed for the family’s money and property drove a permanent wedge between them, and she’s lucky he didn’t do what many guys would do in his situation: just disappear. He loves his sons.
The answer of what to do about this is easy: say no. The problem is that this was so difficult to do that my no didn’t come out as a firm no, and I couldn’t manage to make it so. My eyes betrayed me.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that Friday night, my protege fell for Shaniqua. This is something I can’t say is entirely surprising, just something he should know better than. Though I’d be happy for them if they did get together, I warned him that it probably wasn’t a good idea because she’s a Lesbian and confused. She recently broke up with Zombie so she’s gone girly again, and probably not looking back except at the odd tranny.
Until she stabilizes, she’s a road I can’t travel with anyone sexually. Hell, emotionally. I don’t want to get my heart broken, or watch someone I love get theirs broken…and I’m not going to be the one to pick up the pieces if she leaves the happy triad to go off and marry some conventional guy to please her parents, or falls for some uberfeminazi who hates men.
…but since she’s the “one who got away” to him now, I suppose if he talks to me about it at all, it’ll be to obsess over her. I already went through that with Kahuna, and we’re just platonic friends. Never again.
So standing on the edge of the cliff of being Cuz’s mistress…it’s so easy to just…
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- Reasons Not to Screw Up
- The Edge of the Cliff
- Former Fatty Syndrome
- Damaged Goods vs. Classic
- First Audience and Student
