The Good Stuff

I worked hard, but left early to meet Shelly and a few college friends who were in town for the weekend. I stopped by The Big X's house, but he refused my invitation for an evening out, despite probing. Next best option is always Jew Boy. I called him on the way to meet my friends with no response.

I forgot about men all night, being fed by my girls. Shelly and Stac are two of my favorite people in this world. My friendship with them is going on twelve years now. It is crazy to even say that, as time has passed so fast. I know that we will be together forever, no matter what this life throws.

I split from them at the end of the night, thinking I was on my way back to stay with The Big X. As I was walking to my car, a 1:30 AM text arrived. It was Jew Boy, who was on his way home and wanted me to meet him there. He asked where I was, I responded, "I am just leaving Woody's." His dirty mind said, "That is what I have right now." With the words that I wanted to hear, I arrived at his house within three minutes. He greeted me at the door with a hug and a kiss. I slipped into bed with him for the lights out sex I had been thinking about all week. There were very few words exchanged, but many other things were!

In the morning, we talked for a couple of hours. That is something with us that has never changed between us. We did get into somewhat of a telling conversation.

Jew Boy: Why is Shelly mad at you right now?
Me: She doesn't always like the decisions I make.
Jew Boy: Like what?
Me: Shit here we go. She doesn't like that I am here with you right now.
Jew Boy: She is just looking out for you.
Me: What the fuck is that suppose to mean?
Jew Boy: Nothing at all. She is just being a good friend to you.

We both know what our relationship is and have no expectations for it. That doesn't mean that it is easy to hear Jew Boy verbalize it to me in an after sex conversation. Total acceptance is that we like each other, but are both using each other for the good stuff. And that is OK.