I spent 2 hours Sunday morning looking at
Engagement Rings.
It all started at 4 AM. Gary, my friend / fuck buddy / lodger got a phone call on his cell. He was sleeping in the guest bedroom. I couldn't hear everything he was saying, but I know that he was speaking Spanish. There was something about a hospital and emergency and someone was ill. The call lasted 15 minutes. Eventually he hung up. He exited the guest room, went into the bathroom, took a piss and went back to bed- without washing his hands-- EW!
I went back to bed and was awakened several hours later by the smell of eggs and bacon; both which I detest. I got out of bed and put on my fuzzy pink bath robe. Doggums jumped off the bed and followed me into the kitchen.
Gary was fixing himself breakfast. Part of me was thinking, "I really hate the smell of eggs and bacon." The other part of me was thinking, "I really hoped he washed his hands before he touched all my pans."
"Yo!" Gary greeted me. He seemed unusually chipper for 8:30 AM. "Where's your coffee maker?"
"I don't drink coffee," I said feeling really groggy. I've known him for over 10 years and he doesn't remember that I don't drink coffee?
"Ah, I forgot," He leaned down and gave Doggums a strip of bacon.
"Don't feed her that. She'll go off her kibble now."
"I forgot you were grouchy in the mornings."
"That phone call woke me up. Who's calling you at that hour? "
"It was a call from New York."
"Don't they know you're over here?"
"Yeah, but it was Maria and it was an emergency. Maria's sister Jessica is dating this cop. NYPD. He's a nut case this guy. Roughed her up a bit. So Jess had a sprained wrist and Maria had to take her to the hospital. Jess doesn't know if she wants to press charges. And Maria called me all upset. She doesn't know what to do. I dunno, it's all a mess. Her family is pretty crazy."
I looked at Gary strangely. "Who is Maria?"
He looked back at me strangely, "My girlfriend."
OK, in the month that Gary has been here, he's never once mentioned that he had a girlfriend.
Fake fucking singleton!!! That seems so strange to me. In the 10+ years that we've known each other yes, we've fucked when he's had a girlfriend- but I always knew that upfront. It was never an afterthought. It just seems really shady and unlike him not to mention it.
The thing is, even if he did mention that he had a girlfriend, it wouldn't have made much of a difference to me. Yes, I know it's bad to sleep with another girl's man. It's just that I've known Gary long enough; and we've been fucking each other long enough that it's just not a big deal.
"You never mentioned you had a girlfriend."
He shrugged, "I didn't know how to bring it up?"
"It's not a big deal. It wasn't a big deal when you were with Cathy, Christine, Miriam, Jennifer or that other girl, the one with the big nose-"
"Dee."
"Yeah her.
"Things are different with Maria. She's the one."
"The one what?"
He paused for an uncomfortably long time.
"The one that I'm going to marry."
I wish I could tell you that I was woman enough to be happy for him. But I'm not. A sense of jealousy and betrayal came over me. I felt enraged. How can he marry Maria when he
fucked me up the ass last week? Seriously, it's shit like that that makes me lose faith in men.
Because I'm a glutton for punishment, I agreed to help him look for engagement rings online. While we were looking at the rings, I got the backstory on Maria.
She's 24 and a dental hygienist from
the Bronx. She's from a strict Catholic family. And here's the kicker. She's a virgin! I rolled my eyes when he said that.
"No, really she is! I can't finger her. My pinky can't even fit in there," he claimed.
A lot of questions came to mind:
- Is he marrying her just so he can sleep with her?
- If I had stayed a virgin would I be married by now?
- Do men honestly look for virginity in a potential wife?
- Is the fact that I'm SO NOT a virgin a turn-off to men?
- Should I have saved my anal virginiy for my potential husband?
So I spent 2 hours finding the perfect
ring for Maria. The experience was torturous. I had imagined doing something like that with my ex. I became filled with feelings of sadness and hopelessness at the prospect of possibly never getting married.
So I did something that I said I would never do: I called my ex.
More later
Labels: fuck buddy, marriage, virgin