If you wanna hang out you’ve got to take her out.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie;
If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues.
When your day is done and you wanna run.
Good grief, this week has been such a mind fuck with regards to my love life. I had the whole feeling neglected by Don Juan drama at the beginning. Yes, I have a follow up to what happened with my email to him and his response. Then I have The Hunter on Facebook openly inviting my competition to go camping this weekend – the weekend that was just for the boys and I wasn’t necessarily included. It appears he may be more of a player than I thought, but we had a text exchange that was flirty, so due to that and the background story on his invite to the competition, I’m OK with The Hunter….for now. There is a potential post about our latest banter.
No, my latest drama is with the seemingly perfect FWB, BG. He is no angel and unfortunately I have to cut him loose. Shit. Fuck. Damn.
How did BG go from Wonder Boy to tossed to the curb? He shot up cocaine in my home last night…twice. The basic story is that he came over to play and since I am not drinking (Sober January), he brought pot and he mentioned he would bring something else I might be interested in. I told him upfront that I’m not interested in cocaine. I draw the line on hardcore drugs – that’s where I become a PollyAnna prude. I never tried it because I’m afraid I would really like it and an addiction doesn’t fit into my life. Easier to Just.Say.No. from the get-go. Now if you want to snort some coke on that rare occasion, I don’t have a problem with that. You will be on my fine line of comfort, but I’m generally OK. But when you stick a needle in your arm in order to get high, I have a serious problem.
Here are some of the details. First of all, he did not shoot up in front of me. He was in the bathroom….for a long time. The first time he disappeared, I realized he was probably doing something he shouldn’t. Let me backtrack for a moment, during an early date he had mentioned that he had shot cocaine in his youth, but he said that those days were behind him. Apparently not. In order to get answers to the questions that were racing through my head after he confessed to shooting up after his second round, I played it cool. Rather than totally freaking out and tossing him out of the house, I remained neutral and asked some questions so I can make an educated decision.
First question: Where are you getting your needles? This was really important because I am having unprotected sex with this guy. HIV and hepatitis alarms were bellowing in my brain. He has a needle from his diabetic uncle, but it’s a year and a half old. Hello, hepatitis test (and yes, every other STI test known to the medical world).
Second question: Tell me about this – meaning how long have you shooting up? He apparently had a serious addiction early in life. This may explain why his first wife (he married at 21 for three years) ran off to Alaska with a guy. He fell off the wagon about four years ago and claims it’s rare. What addict actually confesses to how much they are doing? He made a passing comment about methadone but realized he said too much and changed the subject.
Tough luck for me, but the person that I truly feel sorry for is his wife. He was clean when he married her. She knows he smokes pot, goes to strip joints and bars with clients. BG has always been a guy that I find fun, but I would never want him full time. Hell, she probably suspects he fools around given the opportunity, but injecting cocaine….I am so sorry.