Sunday, July 27, 2003

He Said To Debbie And I "You Two Remind Me Of Will & Grace." My Reply: " Hey Man!!Did You See That? There Went My Give A Fuck!"

Last Night my good friend Debbie and I went down to the pub that is located directly on the beach. It was a night, that i will not soon forget. Mark wasn't up to it, but insisted that I go. Especially, with the "Birthday Blahhs" that had loomed over head a few days ago for me. The night started out OK. Then, it was like Nightmare on Harlet Street. Firstly, who should appear from out the blue was "Greg" (Name changed to protect the not so innocent). Now, Greg was a guy that I slept with when i was like 22 years old. He was married at the time, still is and he showed up with his wife in tow. His wife is a very nice lady whom i actually worked with at one point in time, she has no clue what happened. "Greg" actually happened to be my fathers best friend too. I slept with "Greg" back then for all the wrong reasons. Everyone knows the turbulent history of my father and I and back then i thought that i would hurt my father deeply, if he knew that i slept with his best friend. Not proud of it......but it happened. Anyway to make a long story short, i never told my father in the end, because after meeting "Gregs" wife at a function, i thought WHY would i even think to do such a thing, when it would involve hurting and destroying innocent party's, namely his wife and their family, and she was like one of the most nicest people I had ever met.
When "Greg" entered, he zoomed right in on me. He sat his wife and his sister in law at the table directly across from ours and proceeded to make seductive looks and unneccesary crotch gestures to me under his table. I couldn't believe he would even actually do this, with his wife not even 4 inches away from him. But she is clueless, so he did. Debbie spotted him. She asked if i knew him, because she couldn't help but notice his sexual gestures directed towards me. So, with a walk up to the bar, i explained it to her. But, i was determined to not let this interfere with her night. She has been going through a very difficult seperation from her soon to be ex husband and she deserved to have a night of fun. So fuck him. When we got out on the dance floor, Greg dragged his wife out there and he stared and winked at me the whole time with is wife's face buried in his chest. Sick fuck.
Anyway, this guy came up to our table and asked Debbie if he could buy her drink. She was hesitant at first, and i said "Yes, you may, she is drinking Captain Morgan and Coke." So, off he went to retrieve her drink. While he was gone, i told debbie to atleast talk to himn when he came back. He seemed nice, He was attractive, Polite AND had a great ass. WE both had a good laugh over that remark. As he came back, him and debbie began talking, i excused myself, because during all that, i saw my old friend, Christine. Christine and I go way back. Back to the drug days. She was my regular stomping partner during that whole scene as i have stated in previous entrys. Anyway, Christine was drunk, but she is one of those "Happy Drunks." She has to kiss EVERYONE. LOL. When i sat back down to the table, debbie told me that she had explained to "John" mine and her relationship. Seems he had asked her while i was away if he had interrupted something between her and I and she felt compelled to tell him "No..not at all, Harry is my best friend, he is gay." Thanks Debbie. LOL. But he seemed really cool about the whole thing. The only draw back was i noticed how he was trying TOOO hard to be nice to me. So, when he went to the bathroom i asked debbie what was his deal with the overtly being nice thing. She told me she told him that her and i have a very strong relationship. I look out for her, she looks out for me, i love her unconditionally and she loves me unconditionally, and that her kids feel the same way about me. So, any guy that i don't like, she won't date and that's that. So, i thought great now this guy is thinking that his one night of maybe getting lucky now rests entirelly on my shoulders.
I noticed how "John" was watching very intently on how debbie and i were responding and feeding off one another. He saw me and Christine kiss (remember she is a HAPPY drunk and there wasn't ANY tongue involved) and then he saw Debbie and I kiss. After noticing Debbie being kind of tipsy, i order her an appetizer in hopes of maybe sobering her up some. SO, as a thank you, she gave me a kiss. He then said to me "Man, do you know how many guys are envious of you right now, you got a kiss from the two best looking women in here." I said "Well, were friends." Then he said to debbie and i "Sitting here watching you two reminds me of Will & Grace." He also decided to tell's me how he once had fooled around with a girl only to find out she was infact a HE. That's when i knew he was telling way to much information and was clearly ONLY telling ME this in hopes of scoring Brownie Points. But he did buy us lots of drinks. Seems. he is the owner of a construction company, divorced, two kids, not into the bar scene usually, a stay at home type of guy and most importantly he was very much a gentleman while talking to Debbie. So, i let it all slide by the wayside. What i truly wanted to say to him with is Will & Grace and sleeping with a transexual remarks was "Hey man....Did you see that? There went my give a fuck." But, Debbie is a great woman. Beautiful, smart and she truly deserves someone of his caliber and kindness in her life. Tonight, they are going out to dinner together and i am soo excited for her. I pray this all works out. I also pray that "Greg" will finally grow up, act his age, be true to his wife who clearly worships the group he walks on and realize what he truly has and just because we slept together ONCE some eight years ago, doesn't mean that it will ever happen again. Especially since he tried to pay me $50.00 after we had sex that one time in hopes of me keeping my mouth shut. He only had to offer it once too, because I took it. Did that make me a whore? Oh well.

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