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I went to karaoke last night by the beach, and the ginger cage fighter, Chris, was there with some man friends. His dad showed up and was thrilled I was the girl his son has been babbling about for weeks, smart and pretty and talented. A immensely pear shaped woman was there with her three kids, about 35 maybe, wearing a tiny black bathing suit with a deep V to her belly button and gold thingies sort of holding it together in the front, and a cheetah mini sarong. In front of her three sons, aged 11ish down to 5.
I decided, after A LOT of thought and deliberation, and after he faithfully called me every day to tell me he was thinking about me and wanted to see me, that I really liked this guy. That while I might not be able to take him 100% seriously right off the bat, I was game to give him a chance. He was looking really good, complimented me, was extra proud introducing me to his pops, who invited me to one of his gigs this weekend to come up and sing with him (he's in a celt/country/rock band).
I went to my car to grab something and he went with me. On our way out, I noticed the woman with the kids eyeing him. He had been chatting with her earlier in little snippets, interacting with her kids, but he had been talking to everyone at the bar so I wasn't suspicious. Over by my car, he told me he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me, and I told him he'd been on my mind as well. I finally confessed that I really liked him, and wanted to give him a chance. I had forgotten his birthday on thursday, and we made plans for the weekend so I could make it up to him. We kissed, held hands and went back to the tiki bar. I tried to kiss him inside, but he got all weird on me saying he wasn't into PDA. After a bit of pouting on my part, that was no longer an issue. We kissed deeply and he told me he had to go to his scooter for a second and I should stay right there. I looked around and the woman was gone, her kids on stage singing karaoke.
I watched them walk across the parking lot and behind a building across the way. He stood up on something, pulled his shorts down, and she started going to town on his dick, tossing her hair and shit. After what I can only assume was foreplay, she laid back on what I assume was his moped, and they started to fuck. I went to get my friend Jenn, just to make sure I wasn't overreacting. She brought another acquaintance of ours. General consensus was that this dude, who had JUST told me how much he liked me, that I had JUST decided to be vulnerable with and sweet to, that I had just been smooching on, was fucking some nasty slut in a well lit back alley while her children were in the bar running around. Of course, word quickly spread, and everyone in the bar went to have a look. Someone even taped the walk of shame with a zoom lens, as he walked ahead of her and back to me, and she walked around the back of the tiki hut, taking the long way.
He came up to me and tried to put his arm around me. Everyone was looking at me with god only knows what expressions. Pity? Embarrassment? That's the one I was feeling. And maybe a little maniacal rage. I told him not to fucking touch me, and he got all shocked like "Why baby? What's wrong?" So I tell him what I saw. And he denies it. I ask Jenn, who confirms. Other people start chiming in. I ask the woman, after he not so stealthily pulls her aside. She denies it, but the bartender, who is good friends with Chris, is like "Everyone saw you, Chris. With this woman. Everyone. Don't lie to this girl... she's a good chick, man. What the fuck?" I got to a place in my brain where an alarm was sounding. This was really not what I needed after a week where my car was broken into, my life stolen, my car scraped up, by fingers cut by broken glass... I left in time to not embarrass the woman in front of her kids *too* bad. I don't usually ever get really angry, but last night...
He followed me to my car and I asked a guy friend to watch me get in and drive away just in case I freaked the fuck out. I was so upset and embarrassed and hurt, it was ridiculous. He was hanging on my window, my side mirror. Ran after my car and would not stop calling me. Even then he wouldn't admit it. He just kept saying "Please don't do this. You were just mistaken. I really like you. Please. I have so much respect for you. You're the best girl I've met. Please just talk to me." Please. Over and over. I sent some exceptionally shitty text messages, and spent the remainder of the evening having some weird, denial filled, freak out, break down session with Jack Daniels and lots of tears. I finally went home and quieted the image replaying in my brain of the two of them fucking at about 5am. Went to work at 9. Today is going to suck. I'm waiting for things to stop being shitty, but apparently there is just no end in sight.
I decided, after A LOT of thought and deliberation, and after he faithfully called me every day to tell me he was thinking about me and wanted to see me, that I really liked this guy. That while I might not be able to take him 100% seriously right off the bat, I was game to give him a chance. He was looking really good, complimented me, was extra proud introducing me to his pops, who invited me to one of his gigs this weekend to come up and sing with him (he's in a celt/country/rock band).
I went to my car to grab something and he went with me. On our way out, I noticed the woman with the kids eyeing him. He had been chatting with her earlier in little snippets, interacting with her kids, but he had been talking to everyone at the bar so I wasn't suspicious. Over by my car, he told me he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me, and I told him he'd been on my mind as well. I finally confessed that I really liked him, and wanted to give him a chance. I had forgotten his birthday on thursday, and we made plans for the weekend so I could make it up to him. We kissed, held hands and went back to the tiki bar. I tried to kiss him inside, but he got all weird on me saying he wasn't into PDA. After a bit of pouting on my part, that was no longer an issue. We kissed deeply and he told me he had to go to his scooter for a second and I should stay right there. I looked around and the woman was gone, her kids on stage singing karaoke.
I watched them walk across the parking lot and behind a building across the way. He stood up on something, pulled his shorts down, and she started going to town on his dick, tossing her hair and shit. After what I can only assume was foreplay, she laid back on what I assume was his moped, and they started to fuck. I went to get my friend Jenn, just to make sure I wasn't overreacting. She brought another acquaintance of ours. General consensus was that this dude, who had JUST told me how much he liked me, that I had JUST decided to be vulnerable with and sweet to, that I had just been smooching on, was fucking some nasty slut in a well lit back alley while her children were in the bar running around. Of course, word quickly spread, and everyone in the bar went to have a look. Someone even taped the walk of shame with a zoom lens, as he walked ahead of her and back to me, and she walked around the back of the tiki hut, taking the long way.
He came up to me and tried to put his arm around me. Everyone was looking at me with god only knows what expressions. Pity? Embarrassment? That's the one I was feeling. And maybe a little maniacal rage. I told him not to fucking touch me, and he got all shocked like "Why baby? What's wrong?" So I tell him what I saw. And he denies it. I ask Jenn, who confirms. Other people start chiming in. I ask the woman, after he not so stealthily pulls her aside. She denies it, but the bartender, who is good friends with Chris, is like "Everyone saw you, Chris. With this woman. Everyone. Don't lie to this girl... she's a good chick, man. What the fuck?" I got to a place in my brain where an alarm was sounding. This was really not what I needed after a week where my car was broken into, my life stolen, my car scraped up, by fingers cut by broken glass... I left in time to not embarrass the woman in front of her kids *too* bad. I don't usually ever get really angry, but last night...
He followed me to my car and I asked a guy friend to watch me get in and drive away just in case I freaked the fuck out. I was so upset and embarrassed and hurt, it was ridiculous. He was hanging on my window, my side mirror. Ran after my car and would not stop calling me. Even then he wouldn't admit it. He just kept saying "Please don't do this. You were just mistaken. I really like you. Please. I have so much respect for you. You're the best girl I've met. Please just talk to me." Please. Over and over. I sent some exceptionally shitty text messages, and spent the remainder of the evening having some weird, denial filled, freak out, break down session with Jack Daniels and lots of tears. I finally went home and quieted the image replaying in my brain of the two of them fucking at about 5am. Went to work at 9. Today is going to suck. I'm waiting for things to stop being shitty, but apparently there is just no end in sight.