The following weekend story isn’t really a dating story. There were no dates involved. Instead it’s a recount of a woman who didn’t know who she was, what she wanted or what she deserved. It’s also the tale of a woman who was lonely and wanted to feel something.
Lapse #1 – Hooking up with a friend of a friend.
This isn’t necessarily such a bad think except that I was jinxed by my friends. The guy, although nice, is just too damn hairy! Seriously, there needs to be some sort of warning label. I don’t mean he just had chest hair – he had chest, stomach, back, and butt hair! “Sasquatch” and “Wookie” are not an unrealistic nickname.
To understand my lapse in judgment you have to understand timing. It was my Birthday – the first since I separated from my husband and the first since I filed for divorce. I was still struggling with “what did I do wrong?” and “why wasn’t I good enough?” questions. I wanted to be wanted and I wanted affection and companionship. After several mixed drinks and shots, I was most definitely wearing my “beer goggles”.
I did learn a few good dating lessons:
- You can’t always tell how hairy a man is until he takes off his shirt
- Needy partners generally have security issues and will either remain needy or their need will grow
- Sulky men are not attractive
- Some people are just not compatible
- Sex for the sake of sex just isn’t worth it and doesn’t always provide affection or companionship
- Red flag if any person tells you they feel entitled to anything they want and get upset when they don’t get it
Lapse#2 – Making out with a college student
Yeah, you read right! Birthday bash and drunken debauchery continues.
Last night I ventured out with my roomie clubbing where we were meeting up with some friends. We got there late and needed a little bit of liquid courage so we could get out on the dance floor and shake our groove things!
A couple of drinks and a shot later I was on out the dance floor shaking my rump and experiencing the dance club scene once again after 7 or so years. It wasn’t bad and I had a good time.
I spent most of the night dancing with my friend’s brother. At one point he grabs my hand and says “let’s go make a scene” and we jump into the middle of a big crowd of people on the dance floor and start dancing. Literally, the people formed a circle around us and watched us dance. We dance together pretty much all night long and had a great time.
We stayed at the club until closing time and then headed back to one of their friend’s places in Seattle where we hung out and played video games.
Toward the end of the night the awesome dancer-guy leaned over and kissed me. It was a nice soft kiss followed by a few more. Then he grabs my hand and leads me to a bedroom in the back. I stop at the doorway for two reasons; 1) it was a bedroom and 2) another guy was already laying on the bed.
My young college guy jumps on the bed and pats the mattress with his hand inviting me to join him. Again, two problems; 1) it’s a bedroom and 2) the other guy is still laying on the bed. After a few minutes, when college guy realized I wasn’t going to jump into bed with him, we returned to the living room.
Next Monday morning at work, college guy’s brother, approached me and harasses me (fun-spirited) about making out with his younger brother. My weekend skeletons were exposed! Funny thing is that his brother didn’t mention anything about the bedroom beconing!
Summary
It was a wild and fun weekend, but one that won’t be repeated. (I won’t say never repeated because you should never say never!)
Honestly, that’s just not a normal thing for me. I know I was rediscovering myself and the single world but it’s just not my style.