Kerry and Sam
So what was the point of that last article? Well, last Wednesday, I bumped into Kerry. She was out with Sam (not my ex Sam) and Kerry2, who she introduced me to. Anyway, we spent most of the night catching up, and between us, we discovered the following:- Sam (my ex) had indeed slept with Rob – he admitted this to Kerry. Which explains why Kerry broke Sam’s nose a few months after we split.
- Tracy and Rob were sleeping together before she split up with me. In fact, on the day we broke up, she was in bed with Rob when I called him to say that things weren’t going well, and I needed him to stay away that night so I could sort things out. Which explains why he turned up.
- Rob has been bragging about ‘stealing my girlfriend’ since we split up.
- Rob had used the excuse that I can’t pull without him as his reason for always going out with me when him and Kerry were together. He had also cheated on her a hell of a lot, although only a few times when he was with me. He blamed me for most of these, saying that I was with the girls friend, and he was just being my wingman. Hence her blaming me for their split.
There were a fair few other revelations, for both of us, but those are the highlights. In a nutshell, we established fairly conclusively that Rob is a manipulative, sneaky bastard. Yeah, I know, hold the front page.
Anyway. Sam was supposed to be staying with Kerry2 that night, but she was very, very drunk, and looking to pick a fight with a bouncer. We’d already decided that Kerry was going to be staying at mine that night (my drunken mind saw a delicious irony in sleeping with Rob’s ex), and Kerry asked me if Sam could stay too. Sure, says I.
We hop in a taxi, go back to mine. The taxi driver knows Sam, and after a few minutes, he calls her and asks her if she wants to go with him for a while. So Sam wanders off with her taxi driver, leaving her purse at mine. Me and Kerry keep chatting, and she discovers my bottle of absinthe. We shoot the shit and play poker for a while, and Kerry announces that she’d like a bath. Fine by me, so she goes up for her bath. When she comes back, she’s wearing one of my shirts. And here’s the second irony of the night. The shirt she’s wearing is a shirt I’ve only worn once. I bought it in Italy two years ago, and wore it the night I proposed to Tracy. That’s the only time it’s ever been worn.
About 4am me and Kerry go to bed. We have a bit of a drunken fumble, and shortly afterwards, Kerry announces that she needs to go home. She gets up, gets dressed and leaves. Two minutes later, the doorbell goes. It’s Sam, being dropped off by her taxi driver. So now, me and Sam go to bed. Nothing happens, in fact I’m a perfect gentlemen, although somehow we wake up cuddling the next morning.
Since then, I’ve had a few texts off Kerry, and lots of texts off Sam. Sam might actually be worth pursuing, and is definitely worth getting to know better, so I’m going to see what happens. Kerry….well, she’ll probably be a drinking buddy. Nothing more. Some of us still have the integrity not to have sex with a mate's (or ex mate's) ex-girlfriend.
I can now cross off ‘sleep with two women in the same night, in the same bed’ from my list of things to do before I die. That just leaves me with ‘have sex with two women in the same night’ and ‘have sex with two women at the same time’ still to do. Oh well, it’s a start, eh?
posted by SingleGuy @ 4:46 pm
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