Eric looked like
Jimmy Page right after he'd joined the
Yardbirds. He was
hot like fire, and I wanted him sorely. Everyone at the restaurant knew it, but his friend
Travis wanted me. Eric told me later that Travis had asked him to give me his
phone number in a note. Eric threw Travis' note away and we started
dating, or seeing each other, or whatever you would call it when you
never really define it, but you like each other enough to
screw and spend all your free time with one another. Eric and I used to walk the
Rouge River and sit around listening to old records, drinking
Labatt's or
cheap red wine that we'd stolen from the
grocery store. Because
females have that festering need to ask questions they don't want to know the answers to, I asked Eric if he thought Lee was better looking than I was.
The answer wasn't exactly no. He told me that I was beautiful, and that Lee was
pretty in a Sports Illustrated kind of way. Eric was Mr.
Indie Rock, so I took this as a major
compliment.
In the mean time, I was
boasting to Lee about how wonderful Eric was in bed.
Phenomenal, I gushed.
The best ever. Really. Oh, tons of
orgasms. Absolutely. I fed her all of this because I was sick of hearing her tales of
massive manhood and perfect tongues. Sex was not good for me, because
I was not good for me. I lied and bragged about my partner's
sexual prowess because I was jealous of her apparent joy of sex.
One night, Eric, Lee, and I got
completely trashed on a couple of bottles of
red wine. One of them was a bottle of some sort of
Hungarian red wine that I have never seen since. I
vomited and went for a walk, then came back into our apartment and laid down on the couch to wait for Lee and Eric to come back inside.
I fell asleep on the couch and woke up at about 5:30
in the morning. All I wanted was to crawl into the
queen sized bed next to Lee and fall asleep until my
headache went away. I opened the bedroom door and saw Eric's naked ass waving about
frantically in the air. I shut the door and grabbed an afghan and sat outside the
apartment door. About 20 minutes later, I decided to just take a fucking bath because I felt annoyed and
soiled. I went back into the apartment and into the bathroom, and ran a bath. I got in, and sat there,
numb. How could she do this to me? She knew, without a doubt in the world, that I
adored this guy. The bathroom door opened and he walked in, completely naked. He didn't
say anything, just got into the bathtub behind me. I got out.
Later that day, Lee told me, "You know, he really wasn't that great."
Duh.
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