Oh my goodness – I am such a bitch! (I would say “Oh my God”, but don’t want to play with fire, as someone tried to save my soul again this past week – on the street in Gastown of all place!)
So I am enjoying dinner and a drink with a girlfriend at the Havana. It’s been awhile, so we are catching up. Inevitably the conversation turns to men and she asks about “my chocolate lover”. I’d forgot how long it had been since I’d seen her – clearly she was out of the loop, but this was a rather mouth watering morsel all the same. So I recap the sorted details of a rather short, yet awfully steamy tryst. I am not one to be promiscuous, yet this fitful weekend was worth a minor digression that happened oooover and ooooover again! The velvety, smooth and rather decadent man in question has been a friend for years, who had never been shy about telling me how attracted he was to me. A rather lovely compliment really, as I don’t think I have ever laid eyes on another more beautiful man – and I was the girl he was chasing!!! It took two years (we live on different sides of the country), but I finally let him kiss me – WOW!
Photo by Sara Lynn Paige
So a few months back I get this email. He would be in town for work. Was I around. I offer to pick him up at the airport. Then my dinner date and a rather charming guy friend of ours invite me out the same night. They are both acting friends of mine, so we tend to be great storytellers together and have a tendency when chatting to over embellish details. The guy, I once had a crush on – most of the women do in our industry. He and I are great friends – each others confidants. Once wondered if there was something there, but decided not, after complaining last spring that men always flirted with me, but none ever kissed me – was I that intimidating? At which point he kisses me – it was nice, but wasn’t sure if he was just trying to make me feel sexy. The next time we chat, he tells me he has a date – so figure we are just great buds and can now talk to one another about dates ..etc. And as our relationship is built around storytelling and over embellishing … you can just imagine. Was actually fun having the two of them call me to ask me out on the same night. Now I got to be the storyteller and describe this delectable piece of chocolate that’s velvety smoothness melted on the tip of your tongue, while I essentially told them I would try to bring him out to show off this bit of eye candy on my arm, but would play it by ear as he was a little shy.
As it turned out, we never made it beyond dropping his bags off at the hotel. But being a courteous friend, I called my two friends to let them know that I was a little preoccupied. My girlfriend doesn’t have a cell, so I called the fellow and did what we always do, which was pass the message on in the form of an over embellished story. He didn’t answer, so this was left on his voice mail. Words like”steamy”, “hot”, “primal”, “over and over”, and “passion” were in all likelihood used.
As we now sat at the table, my girlfriend told me the reaction to the message. The face that clouded over, the body that went rigid, the normally entertaining socialite that became utterly distracted the rest of the evening. I felt awful! But how was I to know! Why had he never told me! It made me feel a bit less foolish for recently telling another how I felt. Rather in the most bizarre manner possible, but at least the cards were laid on the table.
So what happened to “my chocolate lover” – still a wonderful friend – but stopping to talk made us realize that we have very different believes and values. We will always both share one fabulously decadent weekend however.
The moral of this story:
- I am not promiscuous. I just experienced a rather liberating digression.
- Men – I am a bitch. Well really all women are and it is really just a matter of time before we break your heart.
- Women – Men are not your girlfriends. Save the sorted, over embellished details for your girlfriends, no matter how much the guy tells you he wants to dish.
My words of wisdom for the night. Enlightening, I know!
And “no”, I don’t really believe my morals (of the story that is), except for No 1, of course. Especially since your girlfriends might have a crush on you too, so it may not only be the men’s hearts your breaking.
Sweet dreams my dear friends and lovers!
Emme
Sara says
Wow, thank you so much for linking to me. =)
I’m glad you liked my photo and congrats on snagging a two year awaited kiss, even though it didn’t work out. At least you had fun while it lasted. =D
Emme says
Loved the photo Sara! You are obviously a talented photographer!
It was indeed fun! Not something I normally do, but a rather liberating escape from reality and was shocked that I continued to relish in the moment even after I discovered that our polar opposite values clearly meant there was no future with this fellow.