Sex & the Single Woman: Threesome’s a Crowd

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How about the boyfriend who begged me to take the night off from work, when I was a waitress, to go to a party where he was performing as a musician?

I was so willing to settle for scraps in those days, and I was so thrilled that he wanted me—ME!—to be there, I did. When I showed up with a girlfriend, he greeted us, then did his too-cool-for-school musician act. While he was performing I noticed that he was checking out this other girl. I was like, “What the…?” but I was cool. He was really checking her out and before the next set he went to talk to her.

I was pissed off, but I was cool. After the next set, I went over to him and he said, “Hit me.” Again I was like, “What the…?” There was no way I was making a scene and no way I was leaving. I had taken the night off because he begged me! So I stayed and danced with his friends (my friend left), tried to have fun, and kept an eye on things. He was paying way too much attention to her and none to me.

threesomeWhen they tried to do a runner into the elevator, I was on it. I hopped in and said, “Where are we going?” Since it was clear that I wasn’t going away, we all went out to a bar together. Turns out she was an ex who was visiting from Europe, and she had a boyfriend. We stayed out drinking until it got really late, or rather very early the next morning. She and I got on like on house on fire, swapping stories about him and having some laughs.

When it was something like 5am and the sun was coming up, he skulked up alongside me and whispered, “Can we bring her home with us?” I looked at him like he had six heads. The freaking nerve! “No!”

I stayed for a little longer and then when I had enough, I told them, “Do whatever you think is right.” I was going home. And I did. And that was the end of him. Or at least the beginning of one of the end of him.

-J.