“I’m getting ready to go out with Michael,” I quickly slipped out and looked down at our drinks.
Janet rolled her eyes. “Really?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“I don’t see what you see in him,” she shook her head.
“Well obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t be with Stanley,” I joked.
It clearly landed on deaf ears. Or unforgiving ears. “He’s an ass.”
“He wasn’t, though, it was his friends.”
“They’re all dickheads.”
“They’re not all dickheads I’m sure—”
“—I literally cannot believe you’re defending them right now.”
“I’m not I’m just saying that maybe his friends went a little too far because it’s a force of habit or something.”
“Ugh I don’t care, you want to hang with them then you go and have fun.”
“No, no, it’s totally fine. Hey, it’s your life, he’s your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Thank God then because I’d have thought you moved on from Daniel awfully quickly,” she snipped before closing the door behind her.
That wasn’t ideal… It’s not like I’m moving on quickly. Our relationship was on the decline for a while. I don’t even know why I have to be defending my relationships right now, I’m the one that’s dating him not Janet.
Michael was going to pick me up and I wanted to be in a better mood than I was earlier on in the day so I had a couple of drinks in me before getting dressed. Fortunately, I wasn’t so blind drunk that I couldn’t see how hot Michael in his leather jacket and jeans. It’s pretty much the same combo all the time and all the time he was hot.
“Hey,” I smiled, staggering for a kiss.
He chuckled breathily through his nose as we kissed. “Hey, you’re in a good mood.”
He narrowed his eyes. “A really good mood.”
I ran my hand down his chest and breathed in. “I am.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh?”
I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
He watched me as I brought my hands down to his belt, quickly unbuckling him as he stroked my neck, kissing me at the hollow at the base and bringing his lips to my ear. My weak spot. Instantly a wet-inducing factor. It invigorated my desire even more but it was hard pushing through such an incapacitating feeling that I willingly welcomed.
“You sure you want this now?” he asked in between kisses.
He laughed devilishly in response. I walked backwards, holding him at his erection to my bed. He lifted my dress in front of mirror and shook my ass before grabbing tightly and pulling me into him. I wish I can say we eased slowly into it, but more so we charged like bulls.
All I can say is, I’m glad that our libido didn’t burst at the party.
We took a few minutes washing up, I obviously took longer because, as he says, I have that extra chromosome, and then we were on our way. It was the same friends at the party and either they were on their best behaviour because they were told to, or because they couldn’t be bothered riling someone up tonight.
I was having such a great time when I wanted to get a refill for a drink. I was hoping to get drunk tonight. I rarely do and felt like tonight was the right occasion. It helped in blocking out Janet as well, so there was that.
At the bar I met a girl named Louise. Tall, skinny, model-like, the whole she-bang except with fake boobs. We girls can detect that from a mile away. And I honestly think it’s a girl thing. One time I was working with a guy that wanted to play a game of ‘guess the fake boobs on the women that we see’. Needless to say, he sucked. I think he was more hopeful than realistic.
So Louise and I got to talking about who we came here with when I mentioned Michael.
“Oh, thee, Michael,” she said when I pointed into the crowd.
“Yes, thee, Michael,” I repeated confusedly.
“Isn’t he just great?”
“Yeah,” I laughed, “I guess.”
“I mean, to have that much respect for a girl.”
“Yeah, right…” I wasn’t liking the sound of where this was going.
“So, what number are you then?”
“You know,” she shrugged, “exclusivity, the gifts, the friends who do the same thing as a sort of game to outdo the other,” she snickered. “It’s so fun. A lot of them cheat, as you can tell by my example. So, what number are you?”
***I once commented to a reader on another blog suggesting a book called “13 Reasons Why” to read and that it was going to be a movie. I don’t know if that same reader reads my blogs but turns out it’s on Netflix. Just wanted that person to know. Soul xo***