Wondering About Fate

In the passing weeks, there were a few loose phone calls with Jew Boy. They were difficult for me, while trying to make sense of everything, but I was happy to hear his voice. It was great to laugh with him again. The calls were completely platonic, even after the offer of a friends with benefits relationship. If free sex was not something he was going to act on, I had really fucked up something good!

It was Shelly's birthday and we were going to blow out her 29th appropriately. During our dinner in Ft. Worth, the topic of Jew Boy came up. Shelly made it clear that she did not want me to call or text him later in the night. I laughed and said of course not, but all the while scheming what my text to him would be.

After dinner, we were off to the newest bar in the town. We had only been there for a few minutes, when I looked down to adjust my jacket. As I looked up, Jew Boy was walking toward me. If I hadn't been already starring, I would have done a double take. I said what the fuck are you doing here as I hugged him. We mentioned that he was making the rounds to look for his friends when he saw me. I did want to see him, but I swear that I had not sent any messages on the way to the bar. It was unexpected, chance meeting that makes me wonder about fate.

Since both of us were in shock, we made small talk at first, but quickly moved into more interesting conversation. He said that it was very strange to run into me like this, weird in fact. He said these are the times when he believes in fate. I am glad he made that connection because it was all that was running through my head.

Jew Boy: I thought I might run into one of my x-girlfriends tonight.
Me: Sorry to disappoint, you get me instead.
Jew Boy: I am glad it was you.
Me: WOW.

We talked to his friends for a few moments, but they ventured off, while he hung out with me the entire night. At dinner, he said that his friend had mentioned that he was going to run into me soon. He told me that they asked about me all of the time, because they really liked me. I said, well once people meet me that is the normal reaction. He said, "I still do too."

We hung out with my friends, as his friends took his car home. He was at my mercy, so I knew I could say anything I needed because I was his ride home! He mentioned that he still had some Coors Light at his house and no one had touched it since I had last visited. After trying to convince me in many other ways to come and be his fuck buddy, I replied, maybe. Oh, I knew I was going, as it was all I had wanted all night, but I wanted him to think he was not big deal to me.

We had a great time together. It was the best night I had ever spend with him. He felt different, less reserved. He was not trying to impress me, he was being himself. There was nothing to hide, everything was out on the table. It felt right.

I sat down in a booth, but with my legs facing outward toward Jew Boy. He walked up and stood over me, telling he how hard I made him. He leaned down and kissed me two separate times. They were passionate, real and oh so hot. Since I had him in a venerable position, I took the opportunity to ask him about his lame response to my heartfelt letter. He said, "I was taken down by it and really didn't know what to say. It was loving, real and true as it was from the heart. I had never heard those things from anyone in my life and am grateful that you shared them with me."

On that note, we left the bar. There was music, dim lights and lots of kissing. There wasn't much talking, but only hot sex. He said that he was glad he ran into me. I bet he was!