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.