"Are you a chef? 'Cause you keep feedin' me soup?"
ZetaAce, bucutie, Can ya'll change my user name to Piano? 'Cause I'm gettin played over here.
Heres the dealio. I am at the computer lab here on campus last week, working on a paper. And when I come I gotta sit down by the honey baby. (Line stolen from Swingers.) Anyway, So we start talking, and really hit it off. So we exchange digits and whatnot. Its all good right, and NO MENTION OF THE BOYFRIEND. I am thinking, finally, its all good. So I work up the courage to call, (waiting for the mandatory guy three day rule to pass). So I call on saturday to see whats' up and Terin (the honey baby) wants to grab a bite to eat, nothing big just casual. So i am like cool (Yes, I have read the rules and know I shouldnt have accepted a date, even casual for the same day, but I am a guy and thinking I have the possibility of a hook up, so I am going for it.) We have dinner and it was great. I am totally getting on great. Scoring "nice guy" points right and left. Total gentleman. Best behavior kinda stuff. Stuff that'd make yo momma smile. Adrianna, Terins roomie invites me back to their apartment for a few beers.
I SWEAR BEFORE HOLY GOD as we are walking up the steps to their apartment Terin breaks out with the, "Oh, just to let you know, Rob, my boyfriend is really kinda posessive, so just be cool when you meet him."
WHAT THE FU*K IS THAT S*IT!?!?!?!
Ok, I am still trying my best to be all Vince Vaughn about it all when I shoulda been out the door. ANYWAY, I stay for 1 beer, which sooooo turned into 10. Rob goes to bed and it is the three of us. Adrianna goes to bed, so it is just me and Terin. We talk for 3 hours, and (Dont hate me for this, liquor was involved, and you know the story, one thing leads to another..)
So the next moring we are all having breakfast at Waffle House like nothing happened. <lifesaver wondering when I apparently entered the parallel universe because this stuff NEVER happens to me> SO we hang out and at the first NON-OBVIOUS opportunity, I excuse myself after we are done eating and split.
After about 3 Xanex, and 4 hours spent in repentful prayer (you christians have it SO easy, light a candle, talk to padre, and you are forgiven.) and HATING myself for what I did, (I am so gonna burn for this.) I begin to get over it. See, for me, sex is more than just a reflex, it means something more. Its really personal. Which is why I am freaking out. (I broke like 4 of the big 10 rules for my people...In one night. I was coveting ass, dishonoring my parents, stealing the booty.) So I finally begin to accept that it was a stupid mistake that wont happen again, when...
The phone rings at 6:30 tonight. Yep. Its Terin. "Wanna go to the Spurs game with me, I have an extra ticket, lower level, half-court." Instantly, all the blood drains outty my brain, rushing to another part of my body and I am like, <lifesaver in the cro-magnon voice> "Duh, yah, I pick you up at 8. Duh...." (come on, booty AND floor level Spurs tickets?) I get to the apartment and go for the friendship kiss on the cheek (isn't that at least called for after you have hooked up?) and do that whole akward thing where one party was trying for the lips and the oter party was going for the cheek, so we kiss cateycorner.
Terin is all, "What was that?" I am like <cro magnon voice again> "Duh..." And guess what, It turns out its just the two of us at the game. The friends never showed up. (things that make ya go humm, yeah, who blows off $65 tickets?) I will admitt, we did have a great time, except for the part when I went to get us beers and fell down on the soda soaked steps and made a COMPLETE ASS OUT OF MYSELF in front of 35,000 people.
Anyway, we clicked, had so much fun, laughed and even held hands.
I forgot I was being played. 'Cause on the way home, Terin's gotta call Rob. <playah leaving a voicemail> "Hi baby, I am on my way home from the library. Hope you had a good night. I love you." <lifesaver again, with the WHAT THE FU*K?!?!?!
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See my problem is that playing the nice guy, I was all about "I just wanna be friends." Thinking I could beat them at their own game. Of course, that was before the sex.
So we get back to the apartment, and I go up, cause I really did have to pee really bad (greekchat pinky swear on that one). So I take care of business and excuse myself as soon as possible, to avoid any "foriegn entanglements," as Washington once said ('course, I dont think he was talking about a booty call.) I get back downstiars to my truck and I hear from the bedroom window, "Why did ya take off so soon, I wanted to cuddle." I replied, "You aint that lucky." Laughed and got in my truck and drove off. YALLS KNOW I WANTED TO GO BACK UP THEM STEPS.
" But it is now a game, and the playah, aint gonna play me "no mo."
WHAT THE H*LL did I get myself into? I really like Terin. But is it because I havent been in a relationsahip, or even had a regular booty call in a year? Should I hold out for greener pastures? Should I work it as simply a booty call? Should I work on casting for a new friend? Is it even possible to stay friends after sex?
Ohy! Thank GOD I go for my weekly appt. with the therapist tomorrow. I am chewing Xanex like tic-tacs now. How did I get myself into this mess? I am developing feelings, COMPLETELY against my better judgement. THEN COME TO FIND OUT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE THAT ADRIANNA wants some of my stuff. Like that's not gonna cause issues either. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I gotta be honest, I dont even now how to be a player. I am not player type. I dont really talk to people who are players. We just exist on different levels of the universe. I am a nice guy, remember? Maybe I should talk to my player brothers for advice? I think I just need someone to take my testicles away from me till I turn 30. Help me..................
lifesaver
PS: See the only good news outta this whole ordeal at
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/bas...lves_spurs_ap/
[This message has been edited by lifesaver (edited April 24, 2001).]
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