He left. Fast forward to hours later, we're at the party, and he hadn't said two words to me all night, so I spent a great deal of the evening in the company of a different guy, that I was mildly attracted to, and who, I was fairly certain, was going to ask me out. Just as he said the words "I've been meaning to ask you something", guy #1 appears at the door and says "Hey, Lauren, I'm leaving, come tell me goodbye". I got up off the couch I was seated on, gave him a hug, and said I'd see him to the door. We got rather into a conversation we were having, and, consequently, I ended up walking out to his car with him. After a second or two of awkward silence, he asked why I had been avoiding him all night, to which I responded that he'd been the one avoiding me.
A laugh, a comment, and a minute later, and we're in the back seat. 5 minutes more, and my pants are in the front seat, and he's asking me if I was certain I wanted to. The image of the guy I'd left waiting for me inside flashed through my head, but I honestly didn't care. We had really, really great sex. Amazing sex. A quickie, but great none the less. We finished, he left, I went back in. I hadn't actually shut the door properly, when one of my very dear guy friends looks at me and goes "wow! you've got sex hair!". Of course, I freaked out a bit, and he said he was just kidding, he's only said that 'cause my haird was mussed, and where the hell had I been? I told him (truthfully, I suppose, since we'd been joking and laughing in between gasps the entire time) that I'd been talking out in guy #1's car. He shrugged and walked off. I turned to go get a drink to get the taste of semen and sweat out of my mouth, and guy #2 is standing there. He led me off to a more secluded area to talk. He asked me out less than three minutes later. And then he kissed me. God, if he only knew.
So, anyway, we dated for about three months after that. I broke it off for various reasons, none of which concerned infidelity on either of our parts. He tried repeatedly to get back with me, I turned him down every time. He started to get angry....he didn't like the injury to his pride, I suppose. He found out about the events of the night we got together, and was really angry about it. I'm not sure that I see that as justifiable. What do you think?As a side note, this was definitely not my only experience with infidelity, and none of the rest were even remotely questionable, but you'll hear about those later, as I try to figure out exactly what makes me do this. *le sigh*
You Feel: introspective
You're Listening To: Gaelic storm