2 boys, 2 invitations, 2 drinks and phone sex

Last night was one of those nights when you take a good look at yourself in the mirror and just wonder how you get yourself in these situations. And then you smile.

The up shot of the evening was that I received two phone calls from two boys (St. Peter and imPerfect Fit - you have not heard about imPerfect fit yet because our dating relationship ended prior to the birth of this blog, so he is an ex of sorts. What do you call someone you are dating, besides that. Funny that we have words for friend and boyfriend but not a word for someone you are dating - perhaps the ambiguity of the relationship does not deserve a word in and of itself? Why do we not get a name?...anyway, I digress..)

St. Peter inviting me out to a party that he is going to with friends after yet ANOTHER work/dinner thing and imPerfect just calling to see what's up. I decide to make St. Peter wait a bit for a call back - can't hurt him to wait and I was not sure if I wanted to see him then anyway. imPerfect Fit, on the other hand, always makes me laugh and I am always happy (too happy?) to see him. So, I invite him to meet BWL and I out for a drink in Tribeca. He informs me that he is now in the West Village, outside of a sex shop. something in me knew I should not comment - but instead, my mouth says:

"Buy me a present and come and meet us for a drink".

He obeys and meets us for a drink - which was fun except for our arrogant other companion - some guys who builds 'birds for movies'. as imPerfect put it. He slips me my gift, a portable, water-proof shiny blue G-spot vibrator!

Just what I always wanted!!!

I reciprocate by giving imPerfect a deck of Knicks cheerleaders playing cards!

Soon, it is time to leave and, good thing, because it was getting hard to resist putting my hand on imPerfect's knee - he is somehow irresistable to me. As we rise from our table, he sort of whispers an invite to his place. Ugh, how strong can I be? Strong enough apparently because I decline, To which he probes a little further by saying that it will be friendly, not naughty or anything. Ha! What a joke = the two of us trying to convince ourselves that we are not naughty. I mean, he just gifted me a vibrator at my request...Puh-lease!

Minutes later, proud of myself and still smelling him, BWL and I are heading home in a cab. And I decide to call St. Peter because for some reason, being around imPerfect Fit helps me feel strong enough to have the talk with St. Peter.

I call and, holy shit!, he is at a party. Shocking. Anyway, I ask him to meet and he says he'll call asap as he is ready to leave the party. This is now around 11:45 and let the games begin,...

I relax for a bit, sit down to check my email and there is a message from imPerfect. "Use your gift!", it says. Who am I to resist and I do have some time to kill, so I use th gift (which, btw, came fully loaded with AAA batteries)..

Minutes later I get a phone call from imPerfect. Naughty, naughty boy....Not sure how much detail to put here, but you can imagine what took place next. St. Peter's calls beeps in during this time, making me feel extra naughty..

I get up and fix my hair. This is the moment where I look in the mirror - you know deep in the mirror at the woman staring back at me and....smile. Of course, I think should I now not see St. Peter?

Of course I should, I was on a roll and why stop now?

I meet up with Peter around 1 am and we go out (I avoid having him over my place, in case the phone will give me away somehow). And I tell him what is on my mind, that his disappearing act is weighing heavily on me and basically harshing his mellow. he apologizes, never protests and does not offer any hint that he can or will change the situation. Which is probably honest, which I appreciate.

In bed by 3 a.m., what a night.