I guess it wasn't meant to be between me and Stretch.
He comes up to me the other day and says "We need to talk." I say okay, talk, and he shows me his phone, which shows my Facebook profile, and there's a post on my wall from one of my hookups saying sorry he wasn't going to make our date tonight and he would have to rain check me.
"What's this about?"
I told him it looked like I was free tonight. He didn't laugh.
"Are you seeing other guys?"
"Um, yeah," I said, "I told you I wasn't ready to be exclusive."
"I didn't think that meant you were actually out there seeing other guys."
I sneered, "God, read between the lines here, Stretch. I told you lots of times I was busy, what did you think?"
"I thought that meant work," he huffed.
"Sometimes it did..." I said, "Sometimes it started out that way and developed."
"How many guys are you sleeping with?"
I didn't like his tone but I decided to answer. "Right now?" I rolled my eyes up to do some mental math. "Two." I didn't tell him I had recently been narrowing it down from... well, it depends on how you count, but maybe five.
"And neither of them is me."
"I guess not," I shrugged, "You know, the timing was never right. I kept thinking you were gonna make a move but you seemed fine with what we were doing."
"This is bullshit," he huffed. "You shouldn't do that."
"If it helps, I didn't really go out with any of them," I said, "You're practically the only guy I go out to dinner with."
"But you won't fuck me."
"Woah, I didn't say I wouldn't fuck you, I was waiting to fuck you."
"Well, why should you fuck me, when you've got all these other guys going?"
"That's a good question," I hissed back. "Look, if you don't want to paly anymore, it's fine by me."
"I'm just confused," he said, now shouting loud enough for the office to hear, "What are we doing?"
Me: "Having a good time, I thought."
Him: "I didn't think I was gonna have to share you. I didn't think you were like that."
That pissed me off, I think I've got everyone fooled into thinking I'm real nice and virginal because I've got a petite body and pretty blonde hair and a nice smile. I don't look "nasty" but looks can be deceiving can't they?
Yadda yadda, we went back and forth a while but I could see where it was going. He wanted to be all judgmental with me because he was hurt, but that's his problem.
I told him I was gonna make the call for him, we were done. He was nice and all, but I can get better than him.
Don't look at me like I'm the bad guy. I am operating the same way I always did with chicks, I told them the deal upfront, including telling them I was gonna keep my other action discreet, so if there was a problem with that, there's the door. A lot of them took it.
The only difference I can see is that as a chick, I'm not being rejected... like, ever. If I want to have sex with someone I get to have sex with them when I want to. And they'll keep wanting to come back to me, because I've turned out to be a pretty good lay, so.. the guys add up, until I get bored of them.
And on the flip side, if I want to make them wait and impress me, something I never would have bothered doing as a guy (Like, "Are you hot? OK I'm impressed") I get to, like I did with Stretch. I get to make my own rules, because I'm a hot girl, so suck it.
I'm not here to fall in love so I don't owe anybody anything. I'm here for fun and to kill time until I get to be Simon again. Don't hate the player, hate the game. End of story.
I for one am not judging. Nothing wrong with a good healthy sex life, as long as no one's getting hurt.
Since this life seems to agree with you, have you considered not going back to the Inn this summer?
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