Do you ever want to do holiday analogies? Like Santa Claus is to the Grinch as Cupid is to ___________. Like the guy who would go around and steal all the jewelry out of boxes before a guy presents it at an overpriced cheesy dinner. Okay, I’m bitter. Had a date last night right in the area where CS and I hung out. The bar was actually at the restaurant directly behind where we had our first date. Then on the way home I had to pass the Mexican restaurant we would go to, and the hotel we fucked in, and the tavern where he asked me to be his girl. That tavern is what this week’s blog post is on. Or rather the guy who runs the tavern.
DR and I were a Tinder match a few months ago. He and I had a lot in common, being that we were both in the restaurant business. I failed, however, at finding out exactly which restaurant. We had a decent date, went back to his place, listened to music, where I introduced him to my favorite non-mainstream band, Whiskey Myers. I was super attracted to him. Until we had sex. Great kisser. Great dick. Selfish in bed. We parted ways.
Fast forward about three or so weeks. My buddy and I went to the bar across the street from our restaurant, and there he is, sitting at the bar with his can of PBR. We strike up a conversation, do shots of Jack Daniels ,which results in me blowing him in the parking lot after a hot make-out session. We saw him again the week after, where he acted as if I didn’t exist. Didn’t say hello or even look my way. Saw him again the week after, and he came over to start talking to me, but was a total dick. Such a dick that my buddy was determined to let the air out of his tires.
Less than two weeks later I was at the tavern mentioned above. I was happy. Sitting across from the guy that was proving (I was wrong but didn’t know that at the time) to me that what DR said to me while he was being a dick was completely untrue. See DR told me that I was the girl guys fuck but never care to date. But at that tavern booth I was someone’s girl, and when my favorite band, Whiskey Myers, came on in the mix with all the popular music, I took it as a good sign. Until I saw the manager going around to every table in our section but ours. Even CS made the comment that it must be because we looked so cozy. But I knew better. It was DR. My mistake was that I never told CS, and towards the end of our relationship, when we went there again at his suggestion, I felt like it was too late to bring it up. I did mention to him that night that I knew the manager from my bar.
Two nights ago my co-workers and I went out to this bar and got a little trashed. My friend turns to me and says “Look at this sexy motherfucker walking in. He’s exactly your type.” I turned around and saw DR walking in and giving me that crooked smile. I told my girlfriend “He’s exactly my type. He’s hot and a douchebag with a beard. I’ve already had him.” He began talking to me and bought me a beer and a shot. I thanked him, and walked back over to my friends. He came right over to my section with my friends and hung out with me the rest of the night. He mentioned that he’d forgotten that how before we hooked up, he actually enjoyed hanging out with me and talking to me. We caught up on things for about two hours. I asked him why he said what he did, he told me he was just making a reference to Tinder chicks in general. He told me that he’d seen me both times in his restaurant with CS, but he didn’t want to make things awkward. He also told me that he knew we’d break up soon due to the change in our demeanors from the first time he saw us there to the last.
End of the night, he pays and asks should we leave together. I told him it was late. We ended up getting in my car, where he kissed me and asked “what now?” When I asked what he meant, he said “well, you didn’t want to go home with me so I figured it’d be a blow job in the car.” Ahhhh….. there’s the douchebag back again. I told him that I wasn’t giving out free blow jobs without getting anything in return. I rode him until I came twice (good thing I know what I”m doing on top because he’s still selfish),. He asked would he see me again next week. I left it at maybe.
I went home and sobbed. And messaged my guy friend (interesting fact, he’s the guy I matched with working on his Ph.D that I’d already met at my usual bar in my prior blog post. We’ve become bffs.), who told me to not cry about it, look at it like I used him. I felt so empty. Before I had sex that meant something, I was good at just using sex as a fun activity. Now I can’t. I got off with DR, and it was intense, but at the end of the day, it comes down to I fucked a guy who told basically told me prior that I was only good for one thing. Is the whole double standard thing still in play? Or is the best way to get over someone not really to get under (or on top) of someone else?
I wanna be the Valentine’s Day Grinch. He had a heart ten times too small. I want one that turns to stone.