My blog is a relatively no-holds barred space. I write about different things, and often from one extreme to the next. I know that I have different readership, for which I am grateful, but I want to state, again, that I will not tolerate prejudice from those readers who disagree with the content of any of my posts – like the atheists about my religious/faith posts, or the Bible followers that disagree with my view on people like Aimee and her choices. If you can’t respect that, then I’d rather have you unfollow me.
Now, if you’re still reading:
Read this post first, so that you have the background.
My exams are finally over. *Happy dance*! I got back from Cape Town on Friday afternoon, and was surprised to hear that Aimee was in town. Obviously, we had to get together to catch up on what’s happened since our last visit, a fortnight shy of a year.
Poor woman. She is totally fucked – in the physical sense of the word, but in the psychological realm too. She’s not crazy (well, then again, she is in my inner circle, so maybe she is a bit touched), but mind-fucked.
A lot has gone down in the past year, which is the last time I saw her:
Junior got involved with a girl his own age and from what Aims tells me, he seems idyllically happy. She seems okay about it, telling me that on the odd ocassion he’ll call, just to hear how she’s doing, which she appreciates, although he did tell her the other night that while he was in the shower, he thought to himself that he should phone her. Hello?! He’s involved with another chick, yet he thought about Aimee when there was steam surrounding his naked body while hot water was pounding his flesh. Well, maybe it wasn’t just hot water… In the back of her mind though, I think she knew even if they had got their groove on, it would have been short-lived.
Mr. Married Willy is also out of the picture. I say, “Thank God!” even though she is devastated. While all he initially wanted was the intellectual sex, they decided to meet in person a while ago, but he couldn’t get out of the house, “for fear of making my wife suspicious” and then again recently, but nothing came of it. I said he got cold feet, she said he got a cold heart, which shriveled his dick and crumbled his spine. I get her anger, but he is married, although I know better than to bring that up because it’s not what she needs-, nor wants to hear right now.
She tried to be brave when telling me of her disappointment, but I know she’s hurting. I’m not sure if she was in love him, but she was curious, and with her vivid imagination, I think she had some kind of picture in her head of him getting a divorce, then having rip-roaring, sheet-tearing, chandelier-swinging sex with him, and possibly, some kind of future. It’s a definite no-go after he made some shitty excuse about not being able to see her. Snap! That’s the sound of the little bit of frayed line that held whatever-it-was-they-had together. I want to phone him and tear a strip off of him, but she’s put a leash on me, so she’s planning her own revenge. She knows who his wife is, and it’s easy enough to get in touch with her on Facebook. She has every last text message, and e-mail exchange of the almost two years they’ve been corresponding, and she has no qualms about forwarding them to his unsuspecting wife. I can only hope she changes her mind because while he deserves to be miserable and alone, his children didn’t ask for this.
There’s no shortage of virile men around Aimee though. Mr. Freak, now known as Mr. Hot Bunz is still in the picture, which surprises me, especially after her disconnection from the moment the last time and because Friends with Benefits is not her style; being a fuck-buddy, with the right guy is. For those of you not sure what the difference is:
Friend with Benefits: Person who is a friend, with whom you enjoy spending time, doing friend-stuff, but it may or may not end up with you doing the horizontal mambo. When either one is in a relationship, then the benefits are forfeited.
Fuck Buddy: You both fuck each other senseless and then sleep in your respective homes. There is nothing friend-like about the arrangement. You’re basically carnal rabbits in a cosmic pheromone-filled warren. Synonym: Booty Call.
So, now that you have the nutshell meanings, Aims is the kind of girl that’ll hook up for the occasional one-night-stand, and if he has her coming like a garden hose, she might even enter into a fuck-buddy arrangement with him, but it will never involve doing ‘relationshippy’ things, like drinks at a fancy bar, walks on the beach or a movie-night, with pizza and wine, nor will it ever involve him/her spending the night. It will be wanton sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
But it’s different with Mr. Hot Bunz and it’s messing with her head. He’s become her friend and a confidante. I’ll chalk the latter off to the fact that I live too far away for her to pop in for a heart-to-heart over a glass of good red. She hooked up with him the same night Mr. Married Willy stood her up, and it blew her mind, but she feels guilty now.
“Oh. My. God! Aims, you’re not…”
Yes, she’s in love with him, and she has made the epic mistake of telling him how she feels. Kudos to him for not getting into his car and riding a million miles in the opposite direction, even more so when she may, or may not have told him in a hazy sleep-awake moment that she loved him, or someone else. She knows she heard a loud, “What?” from a voice, but she’s not sure if it was his voice, or if she dreamt the whole thing. If she did say it out loud, I hope it was that she loved him, because she’s already had one strike. I also hope that if he is an actual knight in shining armour, that he will at least be open to something more, because while Aimee almost never has her shit together, she is a one in a million girl and when she’s in a committed relationship, she’s in it for keeps. All she needs is a good guy to take a gamble on her. I know if he does, he will have struck the biggest jackpot imaginable.
To balance things out, Aims finally stopped gushing about herself and Mr. Sexy Ass, just long enough to ask about how things are with my love life.
“Less complicated than yours”, was my response, which is the truth, but some days I wish I had her open mind, smoking hot body and happy-go-lucky (for the most part) attitude towards life and fiery rabbit-love.
I have a feeling too, that another year isn’t going to pass before I give you an update on Aimee’s Escapades, given that she is seeing Mr. Sexy Ass more often now. So, ‘til next time…adios!