Fall Promiscuity: Part III

Ok... I'm several days post-surgery now, and my throat still hurts!

Anyway, I'll try to finish the whole story and fill in all the gaps the best I can.

So... back to 14thFloorBoy (who I just passed the elevator again today, by the way). I left off with our text exchange on Thursday, September 16th.

The next night I went out to Cheers by myself and met two girls (one named Jennifer, the other I don't remember) from Westchester and this guy--MarriedGuy. He said he was 46 years old, married with 17 year old twin daughters. I think I already mentioned him in an earlier entry, right?

The bar was closing around 3:00 AM, so we moved down to McFadden's where we met two other guys. We all wanted to stay out later, so I told them that I knew a bouncer on the West Side who would let us in for after-hours. That's when I called Stallion's friend, the Bouncer.

We all piled into cabs and I arrived with the guys, but the girls never showed up. I kind of ignored MarriedGuy, even though he had been flirting with me all night. Instead, I talked to the Bouncer.

I was super drunk-- falling down drunk. Eventually, they kicked us out and MarriedGuy took me home. I kept saying "I'm not going to fuck you," and so he just walked me to the door. Then I checked my messages, and guess who had left me a message asking if I wanted to hang out and "burn one down?" 14thFloorBoy!!!

I went to his place and TOTALLY made a fool out of myself. I brought down my huge tray of coke and smoked weed and was wearing some totally slutty shirt and was way too loud-mouthed.

At about 6:00 AM (back to the original point of this digression), Narc called me, back from his five-day Dominican hiatus.

I must have told 14thFloorBoy and his roommate about my affair with Narc-- bottom line-- I blew it. Narc wanted me to come over and was shocked that I was hanging out with other guys at 6:00 AM. It was a little delicious because he never tosses me a crumb.

Anyway, 14thFloorBoy went to sleep. I think at that point, he wrote me off (which I still haven't recovered from, and feel a little heartsick about) and I went upstairs with my coke. I called Narc back and said that I would come down there but that I could only stay for 3 hours or so because I had to meet my mom and Dr. G for a 10:00 AM therapy appointment.

I texted 14thFloorBoy an apology in the cab on the way down to Narc's...

Anyway, I'm a little bit tired, so I'll finish this story later.

Fall Promiscuity: Part II

Anyway, I'll try to finish the story now...

Let me try to go back before Friday. I guess the last disaster before that was on Tuesday-- the day I had that date with TerBoy. That whole think was supposed to be about new beginnings. At least, I thought so. On Sunday-- the day I left Narc's in such a good mood (but more on that later), and went to see Hero with B (an intensely gorgeous movie!).

Anyway, I had procrastinated doing my lesson plans all day that day and was finally getting to them later that night when my cell phone rang. Of course, I was all suspicious picking it up and it was TerBoy who I had met the previous Thursday (more on that later too). He asked me out for a date on Tuesday. So, that was the day that it poured out and I was running around frantically all day. (It was also the day that I met with ProfBerk at her place).

We had decided to meet at Cheers and I got there on time-- 7:30, but he wasn't there. I honestly thought I had been stood up, but he finally got there by 7:45-- he just got stuck unable to get a cab because of the rain.

It was so awkward because MarriedGuy was there at the bar and there was so much tension in the air about that, but I ignored it the best I could. TerBoy and I had a pretty nice time, but I already had my first drink before he got there.

After diner, we had a few more drinks. I must have had at least 4-5 more. Maybe even 6. I have no idea why I did it. Sometimes I feel like I just do everything wrong.

Anyway, after that, we went back to my apartment and things got bad. I had some Baileys and started doing coke. He obviously wanted to have sex, but I didn't want to. I just wanted to keep drinking and doing drugs and was already pretty messed up at that point and I got all emotional. At least I didn't let the sex happen, but God knows what I said to him. I obviously fucked things up beyond repair because after a few hours, back out into the rain he went, and I never heard from him again.

The next day, I felt suicidally crappy about it, but I feel much better sine because IrishBird told me that he and his friends were being rude to her at the bar on Thursday before I got there. So, at this point, all I have to say to TerBoy is "good riddance!"

So, let's go back a few more days, if I can even remember...

This brings me to the whole Narc saga. I guess I might as well do a recount now.

Ok...

Things were going along fine between me and Narc until I started to miss him when I wasn't with him and feel more than a "one-night-stand" type of feeling.

I told him about this a few weeks ago and said we had to try to be friends "outside of bed" but he still treated me very badly--refusing to wake up with me in the morning, etc. I tried to "break up" with him, but we ended up reconciling-- going to see Vanity Fair, etc. It was a real date and he was very sweet to me and I felt like we left things off okay.

After that, I didn't hear from him for a long time. I texted him when I found out that I passed my exam and he told me that he would be in the Dominican Republic for five days but that he would call me when he got back. (This was on September 9th).

Anyway, that Saturday was the night of Pitch's party. After that party busted up, Contessa, her new man and their friends and I headed to Cheers. I ended up meeting 14thFloorBoy there, who I thought was so cute and nice and into music too-- even though we were both trashed.

I ended up going back to his place-- he had just moved onto the 14th floor of my building, and his friends were there too. (He's a Second Grade teacher, by the way). Anyway, we ended up smoking weed together and his friend had homegrown tomatoes and basil and we were listening to some strange music. I don't remember what we talked about though.

After a while, his friends left and it was just the two of us and we ended up having sex. When I left, I told him "oh, you're probably not going to want to talk to me again." And he said "No! That's so not true!" etc.

Anyway, the following Thursday on my way to tutor, I bumped into him in the elevator (this was September 16th). He was super friendly to me and even apologetic about how drunk he was the other night. Then, he texted me saying that he may have met my dad in the laundry room. I wrote back to him telling him that it couldn't have been my dad.

(Uh oh. I have to go. I have been writing all this in the waiting room for pre-surgery testing waiting to do my EKG. I'm having my tonsils out...)

Fall Promiscuity: Part I

A lot, a lot, a lot has been happening. Too much to get everything down, so I guess I'll try to work backwards. First of all, though, let me say that I've been much better... only two nights of debauchery this week!

Yesterday I went up to the Bronx with IrishBird (from Cheers) to meet her spiritual advisor, Gilda. It was a strange experience-- she lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with her daughter, son-in-law and three grandchildren. She said that she can help me get rid of the "negative spirits" that are haunting me, but she couldn't say how without meditating with candles first for eight days (which of course, would cost me $10 per candle!)>

The night before all that, we went out for Anxious' birthday-- me, BigSis, GoldenFinch, Contessa and Contessa's new boy. Anxious was driving me NUTS! So manic and so passive-aggressive and hostile and competitive with me. Ugh!!!

Anyway, still working backwards, I went out with BigSis and my cousin Jail and her sorority sisters so "Hunkmania" for Jail's birthday on Friday night. It was totally obscene. Honestly, and so unnecessary, and all about equating sex with money, which I hate.

After that, I went to Cheers and had an amazing karaoke night-- over the course of the night singing "Bewitched," "Maybe This Time," and "Over the Rainbow." I just hung with these two older guys (Sheldon and ?) and they were sweet.

Then I met that guy who sang the "Thong song." I totally inappropriately flirted with him (as in I expressed interest when I wasn't really interested AT ALL) and I promised him I would see him not this Friday, but the Friday after.

After that, DateRapeGuy annoyed me for a long time, challenging me on matters of history. I remember telling him that he is not a friend, but "only an acquaintance."

Then I was talking to those two guys who worked for TV news-- one from Stanford who worked for ESPN and one from Harvard who worked for NBC. Then, that guy who went to Brown asked if he could take me home. He was wasted and I laughed and pretended to be offended and said "no."

I don't remember how I met the last two, or even what the second guy's name was, but we ended up back at my place to watch Paul Newman movies and do coke (my suggestion-- my idea for a perfect night, right?). One of the two guys left early-- at around 3:00 am. I remember giving him pretzels. The second guy, BostonBoy, started acting all dreamy and saying how he really wanted to get to know me and to hold me, etc.

We ended up sort of having sex for hours, but he kept going soft because of all the coke. (Poor guy!)

Anyway, at 4:00 am, the phone rang. I was sure it was Narc, so I answered (even though I was literally in the middle of having sex), but it wasn't Narc-- it was MarriedGuy!

Later, IrishBird told me that the MarriedGuy had stayed until closing time looking for me and was back the following night until closing time looking for me too. Crazy!

But, I'll have to write about that story later.

Anyway, the next morning, BostonBoy wanted to have sex again because he was all hard, but I didn't want to-- too much light of day. Besides, I had to go buy Anxious a present and meet B for brunch before the opera. (Walkure starring Domingo!!!)