The universe is a very quirky bitch who I sometimes consider my best friend, and other times my enemy, but most of the time I think she’s funny. Like 'laugh out loud, this is not a coincidence, this is the cosmos fucking with me' kind of funny.
I ran into the Brit out at a bar last night. It was a bar I had never been to and was in neither of our neighborhoods. We were practically in New Jersey.
I wouldn’t have been there if my friend Kelly and I hadn’t decided to meet my friend Kate. If Kate had been on time in meeting us then we would’ve stayed at the lounge we were supposed to meet at. But we got there before her and she was running late.
It was crowded and boring so we left after one round and went three blocks down the street to another bar.
After getting a round of drinks we did a lap and settled on standing by the pool tables. Someone farted so we shifted over a few steps.
Then I almost bump into the Brit. We stared at each other for 30 seconds before I burst out laughing. I hadn’t seen him since November but we’d been texting.
He explained he was out with his ex girlfriends guy friends. Hello, complicated.
He introduced me as his friend and I thought even that was stretching it.
Friends normally see each other with their clothes on more often then we do and know each others last names.
We both prefer it this way.
It’s the least complicated and more honest thing I have going.
We have no emotions attached to it and keep it physical.
We make each other laugh.
He has an accent.
I went over to his place at the end of the night and per usual he passed out before I was fully satisfied. He was up early and he was completely wide awake, if you know what I mean.
I don’t understand men, do hangovers have no effect on you? Do you think sex is the cure to everything? It was painful to even open my eyes and all he wanted to do was get a happy morning. When I’m hungover all I want to do is crawl into a hole.
Though the night wasn’t perfect and he rushed me out to pack for a business trip, it was still fun and as I put my tight dress and stockings back on and walked the streets, I couldn’t help but smile. The sun was shining, it wasn’t cold out and I was probably still a little drunk but overall I acted in the moment and listened to myself in the present.
Sure, the booze helped but I was still smiling and standing the next day, even through the headache. As I walked through Union Square at 9am and was probably mistaken for a hooker, I realized that taking the small enjoyment of being wanted by a man was something I was missing and for the sake of all my lady parts, should go after more often.