It must be that when one is lonely and homesick, one will grasp at anything that remotely reminds one of home. I think that was the real reason I hooked up with the Islands.
He wasn’t the sexiest thing since slice bread, but he was cute enough. Plus, we seemed to understand each other, and had a mutual appreciation for liming. He needed a drinking buddy. I needed a drinking buddy between happy hour (5 pm) and 9-ish when my working friends would finally show up at the bar. I chose a bad weekend… Labour Day Weekend, 2008, where Gatita Fiera was busy with family stuff and Russo was out of town. I should have known better, right?
So we met up at Zinc. I should have followed my gut instinct (especially since Jah doh lead me wrong) and left when he didn’t show up at 5 o’clock as planned. Fortunately, the Friday night bartenders and I get along well, and it was happy hour, where drinks were $3 per glass. About 7 o clock, he showed up, and we commenced a night of heavy drinking. Rum, vodka, scotch, tequila shots on the hour; all of the above was consumed. We made lots of new friends that night: the two kids from the Caribbean with the beautiful accents.
So The Islands, our 5 new best friends and I stumbled from Zinc to Imbibe, this cool lounge and cigar bar a little way up the street. The drinking continued. I believe that in total, The Islands racked up a total of $200 in alcohol that night on his tab, which he chose to pay for both of us, on his own, and was able to pay without having to wash dishes. Good job! However, he was clearly the more intoxicated of the two of us. I insisted that he slept it off at my place, rather than have him fend for himself and try and find his way home. I told him I was thinking of his safety…
… and how good he would feel in my bed. Yes, I was a little horny and was itching to see how good he could do the work, especially since I had seen it in his eyes while we were by the rooftop bar and could feel it in the way he was touching me. He did not argue and we stumbled our way back to my place.
We did, however, stop once. We walked through the drive through window at Taco Bell. At 2:15 in the morning, it seemed like the most reasonable thing to do, especially since we were starving and the restaurant was closed except for the drive through. After lots of talking and pleading, we managed to convince the manager to serve us, without being in a car, although he insisted that if we did this again, he would not serve us. Truly, it didn’t dawn on us to ask the people behind us to sit in their car and order the food from there, or even ask them to order the food for us. Drunken logic, I suppose.
We got back to my room, inhaled the food, and then lay on my bed where I fall asleep. Somewhere in the middle of my sleep, he reached over the bed, pulled me on top of him, and proceeded to first, undress me, and then touch and kiss me all over. I so wanted more, but we had drunk too much and waited too long (because anyone who knows me knows once I fall asleep, game over! I'm done). So I wasn't the most active participant, but I used some fail-safe techniques that made him feel special and relaxed him enough to make him fall asleep.
The next morning we talk. I find out that since meeting me that April, he had been attracted to me, and he wanted us to be in a relationship, but he had no free time to devote to a relationship, with school and work. (LIES!!! All LIES!!!) I told him I could understand that, because my courses were taking up a lot of my time, and I, too, was working. So we made a mutual agreement that when either of us could be in a relationship, it would be with each other.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. I’m cruising Facebook and I see in my friends’ feed that The Islands was in a relationship… and it was not with me! I immediately inquired about this young lady, only to realize I did not know her. I stared at the computer screen for almost a half hour, trying to figure out if this was a joke. I saw him last week and he told me that my feelings were not a one-sided affair, but life was still too full to add a relationship, but he was still feeling me. Yeah right! He was still feeling me up, because I do recall his hands cupping my ass when he hugged me goodbye that day. Worse, who the hell was helping him set up the social club at school? Who was the public face of that venture? Who did people associate with him on the club? Who had drafted documents for this venture and had all the files on her hard drive? ME! ME! Not his current girlfriend! Me!
Well, when I had paused my anger long enough to think straight, I realized that the healthiest thing to do would be to purge him from my system, starting by highlighting all those files on my computer (especially the ones that were still works in progress and were the only copies) and calmly pressing the “delete” key. I further purged my system by repeating this process in the recycle bin. Was I sure I wanted to permanently delete these files? Yes, I had never been so sure about anything in my life.
The official story behind the missing documents was that my hard drive crashed. Oh no!
The Islands found me a week later. He needed some help putting things together. I told him before I helped him, I wanted answers. Then I asked him three questions.
- Was it true that he had a girlfriend?
- Why wasn’t it me?
- Why, if I was as special to him and he kept telling me I was, did I have to find out on facebook?
His answers: 1. Yes. 2. The timing wasn’t right, plus she was always there in his office, volunteering, and things happened. 3. He didn’t know. (COWARD!)
He did tell me he was sorry for hurting me. Somehow, based on recent events, I did not believe him.
I informed him that I could only help on one of the items he needed help with. Soon after that, I became unavailable for anything involving him or the club except general membership meetings. Yet, people still ask me about the running of the organization, and all I can do is smile sweetly as I reply that I do not know.
I did meet his girlfriend. She seems nice. I don’t harbor any ill will towards her. I think, however, he’s an old dog.
As for the club? Unless a major revitalization effort occurs, it will probably die a quick death.
I see him from time to time in school related activities. I smile, say quick hellos to him and his girlfriend (I still think she is a nice person), and go enjoy my day.
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