Bi-curiousity killed the cat
The Rock DJ got another slapping last night and it wasn't even from Miss Pink.
He and Girlthing and I were out at a funfun dance event, first Friday of the month, getting our grooves on. Well, until Girlthing was crippled by cramps and curled up in a corner. I alternated between keeping her company and dancing with the Rock DJ and they both kept telling me to make sure the other one had company so I guess I got the balance right.
At one point, engaged in conversation with my LESBIAN girlfriend, she said completely out of the blue, "If you want, I'd have a threesome with [the Rock DJ]."
Ladies and gentlemen, it takes a bit to make me speechless. And then my brain exploded, and I hid in the bathroom for a couple of minutes to piece it back together. When I went back to talk to her, the Rock DJ was with her and I glared at him and he said, "I should leave you two alone, huh?" and I gave an emphatic, "YES."
I said that she was very sweet, but, um, worlds of no. That yes, he is my best friend and yes, we're very close and yes, that has been sexual in the past but it's not right now because, for a start, I have a freaking girlfriend! Also, penis makes her go 'eww' and she'd get jealous if he touched me -- does get jealous if he touches me. And I'd be unhappy because she was unhappy, and the Rock DJ would have his little macho ego bruised because she was going 'ewwwwww', and it would pretty much be terrible for anyone involved. I tried to emphasise the "yes we're close and it has been sexual but not now" part. I think that was the important part.
She said she wanted to show me how much I meant to her and that was all she could think of. In some ways, it's very very smart. But also, stupid, because it would not work. Could not work.
Also, she was supposed to be the one girl the Rock DJ couldn't steal, because LESBIAN!
So when I went back to the dancefloor I whacked him in the back, and he looked at me with his big WTF eyes and I said, "My girlfriend just offered to have a threesome with you, dickhead," and his brain exploded too. I felt better after getting that out of my system. :-)
Now Girlthing keeps apologising because she thinks she's upset me horribly, and mostly I'm just very confused. I thought I was doing well at treating him like a non-sexual friend.
At one point she told me we needed to find him and I closed my eyes and pointed ("He's about there.") through a wall, and then went to confirm and I had, indeed, pointed where he was. I am made of awesome. A girl he did naughty things to some years ago showed up and talked to him, was introduced to me as his flatmate/best friend type person, and asked us if we 'fuck'. I said, "I have a girlfriend!" because I didn't think it would be smart to say, "Depends; do you want to come home with us and find out?" which was clearly the answer she was looking for.
If it had happened a week ago -- okay, two weeks ago -- we would have taken her home and done naughty things to her together. She loitered and hinted wistfully about wanting some girlie action and I went, um, going to find girlfriend now! No threesome for you! Bad bicurious one!
I didn't tell Girlthing about it. That seemed smarter, too.
I told her about all the drunk chicks who kept coming up to me with wide eyes and telling me how hot my girlfriend was. That seemed important to share. Little Badger needs her ego boosted.
I am so confu-u-u-used. Girls are just as stupid as boys! In their own special ways!
He and Girlthing and I were out at a funfun dance event, first Friday of the month, getting our grooves on. Well, until Girlthing was crippled by cramps and curled up in a corner. I alternated between keeping her company and dancing with the Rock DJ and they both kept telling me to make sure the other one had company so I guess I got the balance right.
At one point, engaged in conversation with my LESBIAN girlfriend, she said completely out of the blue, "If you want, I'd have a threesome with [the Rock DJ]."
Ladies and gentlemen, it takes a bit to make me speechless. And then my brain exploded, and I hid in the bathroom for a couple of minutes to piece it back together. When I went back to talk to her, the Rock DJ was with her and I glared at him and he said, "I should leave you two alone, huh?" and I gave an emphatic, "YES."
I said that she was very sweet, but, um, worlds of no. That yes, he is my best friend and yes, we're very close and yes, that has been sexual in the past but it's not right now because, for a start, I have a freaking girlfriend! Also, penis makes her go 'eww' and she'd get jealous if he touched me -- does get jealous if he touches me. And I'd be unhappy because she was unhappy, and the Rock DJ would have his little macho ego bruised because she was going 'ewwwwww', and it would pretty much be terrible for anyone involved. I tried to emphasise the "yes we're close and it has been sexual but not now" part. I think that was the important part.
She said she wanted to show me how much I meant to her and that was all she could think of. In some ways, it's very very smart. But also, stupid, because it would not work. Could not work.
Also, she was supposed to be the one girl the Rock DJ couldn't steal, because LESBIAN!
So when I went back to the dancefloor I whacked him in the back, and he looked at me with his big WTF eyes and I said, "My girlfriend just offered to have a threesome with you, dickhead," and his brain exploded too. I felt better after getting that out of my system. :-)
Now Girlthing keeps apologising because she thinks she's upset me horribly, and mostly I'm just very confused. I thought I was doing well at treating him like a non-sexual friend.
At one point she told me we needed to find him and I closed my eyes and pointed ("He's about there.") through a wall, and then went to confirm and I had, indeed, pointed where he was. I am made of awesome. A girl he did naughty things to some years ago showed up and talked to him, was introduced to me as his flatmate/best friend type person, and asked us if we 'fuck'. I said, "I have a girlfriend!" because I didn't think it would be smart to say, "Depends; do you want to come home with us and find out?" which was clearly the answer she was looking for.
If it had happened a week ago -- okay, two weeks ago -- we would have taken her home and done naughty things to her together. She loitered and hinted wistfully about wanting some girlie action and I went, um, going to find girlfriend now! No threesome for you! Bad bicurious one!
I didn't tell Girlthing about it. That seemed smarter, too.
I told her about all the drunk chicks who kept coming up to me with wide eyes and telling me how hot my girlfriend was. That seemed important to share. Little Badger needs her ego boosted.
I am so confu-u-u-used. Girls are just as stupid as boys! In their own special ways!