The OTHER Woman

Codename: Aquarius

Location: His place

Website: Jdate.com

It was a rather normal Tuesday, much like any other day and as usual, Aquarius asked for last minute plans. At this point, I didn’t care, in some odd way I saw him as a friend with little expectation for more. I had finally attained true guy mode.

He had called and told me he was ordering sushi and asked if I wanted him to order me something. Such a turnaround in behavior now that I had nothing invested! Of course, there was no way I was jetting strait from work to his place; I would arrive on my terms. So I went home, showered and changed… I pretty much knew my plan for the evening.

He was getting ready to go home to New York the next day. I wasn’t sure how to take it that he wanted to hang out just the day before he left, but at that point I didn’t care. Just as usual, when I arrived, things between us were odd. There wasn’t that mad chemistry immediately present when I walked in the door, but I shrugged it off. We ate our sushi quietly, both of us tired from work, chit chatted, watched some TV.

When it went on like this for an hour, without any moves on his part, I glanced at the clock, yawned and said, “Well I have to be going soon.”

“You just got here.”

“I’ve been here like over an hour and I have to work tomorrow.”

“First, do you want to see the new video I made?”

“Okay.”

“It’s in the bedroom.” He got up and waved me over, like a little kid, aloof.

I smirked, how funny that he would constantly pretend his innocence and I followed him.

I sat cross-legged on his bed as if at a friend’s sleepover, as he showed me the video and then a couple of new songs he was obsessed with. I began to yawn. He teased me of why I was still wearing a jacket. I took it off. He took advantage. I let him.

Here it was, moment of truth. We had been down this high school making out stage 1^st base… 2^nd base etc. before and even though I didn’t feel the hot intensity of our last meeting, I had already made my decision and I whispered in his ear…

We both stripped down. He got the condom. 4^th Base it was.

It really wasn’t what I thought it would be. I thought it would be hot and amazing. But it was somewhat distant and nerve racking. Then I remembered that sometimes people have to get to know each other to get to hot and amazing.

When it was over… he started to bring up… Anorexic Factor.

‘You have got to be f—king kidding me.’

I had tried to IM him the Sunday before; he ignored me and signed off. That was because Anorexic Factor had made her way to the apartment, they had made out in the bed, but because she had royally f—ked with his mind, he could not get it up.

At first thought, I had to stone wall my face to hide my anger at him for not only bringing up the other girl, after we had just slept together, he had basically illustrated that he was going to stop dating her but drew me in so he could see us both. I sat there playing along that this had absolutely no effect on me, even though I basically wanted to slap him for being so insensitive. At second thought, the mere fact that I had made the choice to have sex with him without being absolutely positive that things with Anorexic Factor were over, made me want to slap myself. Slap me once shame on you, slap me twice, shame on me.

Then he mentioned that Anorexic Factor had found a hair on his bed and he joked, “You’re shedding.” She picked it up and said, “This isn’t mine.” To which he looked at me and said, “It was yours.” I had some evil satisfaction in this, even though I was pissed off as hell. I had to turn it around fast so I suddenly got excited in realization and said, “I’m the OTHER WOMAN!” This took him by surprise, caught him off guard. ‘Good’ I thought. I need him to think that this has no emotional affect on me.

‘I’m the OTHER F—KING WOMAN.’ I thought in wide eyed shock. ‘I am in such deep sh*t.’

And I really was.