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...)