Jul 022017
 

Saturday night, I am dolled up. I’m out at the bars and just arrive at the second bar when.

Mr TakeMe messages me. It’s Saturday night and I know he has his kid. He can’t leave his house.

Mr TakeMe:

Hi

How’s your night going?

Me:

Lol.

I’m good. How’s my fuckboy?

Mr TakeMe:

Yes ma’am if that’s what you want

I’m good sitting at home watching TV

Figured you were out maybe wanted some company

I’m not drunk

Me:

I’ll be over later

Mr TakeMe:

Let me guess, after last call if you had no luck

Me:

Just part of your playbook

Mr TakeMe:

I do not have a playbook. My life is not that awesome

Me:

Well I’ll be going for food sometime if you’d like to join you may.

Mr TakeMe:

My two-year-old son is in his bed sleeping

Me:

That’s what I thought.

So you’re messaging me cuz you can’t go find someone else

Mr TakeMe:

Not at all the case. Several choices, not interested. I didn’t tell you to come over I asked how you were doing and if you wanted some company you are welcome to come visit

I don’t know why you’re so angry at me

Me:

Because you were drunk for half of our time together and do not remember half of it. And treated me like shit

Mr TakeMe:

LOL I’m not drunk you treat me like shit so it is what it is

And when I’m not drunk you treat me like shit*

So that’s the part that I remember

Me:

I only recently started treating you like you treated me.

Mr TakeMe:

I told you I don’t want to relationship that what we had was just fun never try to treat you like shit always try to be good you

Me:

Yes you said you don’t want a relationship but then you go on Tinder and try to find one. You match with me. You ask me for cuddles and affection and loving and discard me the moment someone else shows up.

So you either are just a fuckboy or we’re dating. I’m not doing the whole cuddling and loving bullshit only to feel like a placeholder.

Mr TakeMe:

Sorry misunderstood. I cuddle I’m affectionate I’m Sweet I’ll rub your back and tickle you I’ll kiss you and play with you that’s just the way I am that doesn’t mean relationship I’m just extremely affectionate

Me:

Yeah I can’t go there without emotional involvement.

Mr TakeMe:

Trust me not the first time I heard that

Me:

And I don’t need to be exclusive. I just need to be first choice.

Mr TakeMe:

I guess I’ll just be your fuck boy then.

Me:

Ok.

Mr TakeMe:

I’m going to bed i had a long hot day

Would like to see you again soon

Me:

Ok. We’ll see

___

I decide to enjoy my Mr. TakeMe free evening, and it’s glorious. I flirt and meet a few new guys. One of which is so adorable. He’s cute. Tall. Sweet. He buys me a drink then walks away.

I go find him in a few minutes, pretending to be all nonchalant. I join him and his friend’s conversation and he introduces me around.

They’re talking politics and Dan is admitting to be a Republican. I roll my eyes and he catches it.

“No don’t get me wrong, I don’t support Trump.”

I decide I can stay, but joke that I kinda want to punch him. We all joke around a bit. His best friend and roommate agrees with my point of view and we start bonding. I can tell it irritates Dan, and it makes me smile.

Dan finally offers to let me punch him. He says, “Just not in the face” and explains that he’s had his jaw wired shut before and there’s screws and whatnot.

I make a fist and fake throw a punch that taps his cheek in the lightest kiss from my fist. Not even hard enough to feel jaw on my fist. Just a touch.

I can see in his eyes that he loves my little joke.

But the night is over. The bar is closing, and we head our separate ways.

I text Mr Takeme:

“You still up? I’m going to make a list of all the things I want to do with you. Like a fuckboy bucket list.”

No answer, so I drive by his place. “Where are you? Your car isn’t home.” I’m freaking out because either there’s something wrong with his kid or he took his kid over to Shay’s (he trusts her around his kids.).

Mr TakeMe doesn’t reply.

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