I've been gone from my blog for more that 6 months, mainly due to the fact that I was dating one person exclusively. Since this blog is about the adventures of a single girl, once I starting having a significant other, it didn't leave me much material for the blog. But much to my surprise there was a situation building that is the perfect topic for this blog.
I hadn't seen Germany the week before and was dying to get laid, so when he said he was at home alone while texting me, I jumped at the chance for him to come over. My place was a mess, so I suggested that I come to him but he was quick to say he'd come to me. BTW, this is kind of a big deal since we live an hour away from each other. When we were on the phone working out the details, he said that he has something he needs to tell me. Naturally in the hour before he arrived at my house, I wondered what he needed to tell me. He's leaving his wife? He wants to break up? He cheated on me? I tried to prepare myself for each of these scenarios.
He arrives at my house and greet him with a kiss. He seems nervous and distracted so I ask him if he'd like a drink. To which he says "what goes best with confessions?" I suggest Tequila or Bourbon because I know from personal experience that a ton of bad decisions have been made by me because of those drinks. As we're sitting next to each other on the couch, he proceeds to tell me that he and his wife are really separating and that he'll have a lot more free time on his hands. So far, so good- why is he being so weird? Then he tells me that he's been cheating on me for the last year. The last year! We've only been dating for two years- what the fuck!!
I almost choke on my drink as I hear this. I immediately think of throwing my drink at him but all I can think is "that's a mess I'll have to clean up". So I put my drink down and start yelling. "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Do you know how many times I had an opportunity to cheat on you? But I thought we were being monogamous." "Thank you for making it so I know have to spend my lunch on Monday getting an STD because I didn't agree to sleep with those people you did!" "You're not the only person who can get laid here- I could make one phone call right now and be getting laid in a half hour." "Do you realize I have a friend who asks me if I'm still dating you every time I see him?"
Much to my surprise, I didn't cry. I'd never been in that situation before but I always thought that kind of information would lead to crying. I was so devastated by the news, that I didn't hear anything he said after that. It was like Charlie Brown's teacher was talking. He was at my house for 5 hours and I tried to ask questions but there was no answer good enough. Lucky for him I was starting to get drunk and tired. At one point I tried to slap him but he managed to move away in time. He also asked me what are you thinking? And I said "I'm thinking about stabbing you".
He finally left my house at 4:30am. He said he was sorry and I watched him walk out as I noticed that I now had the worst stomach pain I'd ever known. That stomach pain lasted for two solid weeks and now has moved to appearing intermittently. We've gotten together to talk twice since then. I'm not really sure what's going to happen next. But I'd be lying if I didn't say that part of me wants to forgive him. Even though I know that makes no sense at all.
