The Front End:
I spent the weekend with five gorgeous men. The kind of men who got the right kind of genes, tall, beautiful smiles, chiseled features (I always wondered what chiseled features were,) as well as bonus attributes like great jobs, shinning personalities etc.
And I got to be the only girl with them all weekend long.
The Back End:
I’ve known most of these fellas for a while now. The two who the following story rotates on live together. They are best buds. Roomie 1 who we shall call the Wizard, has been my flirt friend from a couple of years. We had a brief encounter when we first met, and pretty much a few more times over the years. Wizard is hot, however timing and circumstance never quite worked out, and the fact that I never felt too bad about it, never caused me to feel like I missed out on anything.
Rommie #2, we shall call the Don. The Don is hot, in the silent brooding kind of way and women tend to throw themselves at him in droves. I witnessed many such droves on Saturday.
Que Friday: We all went down to College Street, meh & my men, and about ten shots later, we ended up at some hookey club, shaking to the music. The Wizard who currently has a girlfriend is giving me the eye. Later on in the night, the Wizard is all over me. I don’t know if any other single person out there feels this way, but lately I’ve been feeling like it has become my second duty in life to keep men faithful. All the men in relationships seem to only need a few drinks or an hour long conversation, to suddenly forget their faithful ways and make a pass. Luckily for ‘most’ of the women, I live by the code, namely, & so far no one’s left overs have been tempting enough.
Que Saturday: We get to Music. Music is your perfect example of an uppity club. Women with pretty extensions and Bebe dresses, flouncing around, whilst gino dressed men buy then $20 drinks. The Wizard, probably out of guilt, is now acting super ‘friendly’ towards me, patting me on the back like one of the boys…whatever…
The Don in the meantime, has a girl following him around. Rather unexpectedly the Don grabs my arm and steers me to the back of one of the patios, and proceeds to get his mouth and hands all over me.
Now I almost died of a shock. I mean, in the group, I thought I was sort of spoken for by the Wizard. Sure there isn’t anything going on with us right now, but heck we had a past. Isn’t there a code amongst men, to not violate another man’s property, even if it is only a summer home?? I know amongst my girl friends, once you start to date one of us, you become a non sexual entity. And even if you cease dating for years, you still remain the original handler’s first pick. Permission must be sought.
So I ask: Does the code exist Or am I living in a different time?