She pulls on my scarf a few minutes after insulting it. She follows that up by insulting my hair. And my shoes. And my jeans. I grin and go back to talking to the dude nearby who is actually pretty cool as far as dudes you meet through other people you know at a randomly selected Sunday Funday type events go.
I don't even argue with her. I amplify and tell her she's right about at least one of those things, then I go back to texting the girl I'm seeing who stopped by earlier in the day.
This girl in front of me, physically, is an identical/same type as my girl who stopped by to see me, and I know was into me before the girl I'm seeing appeared for a bit, basically just to see me, say hi to everyone, kiss me hard in public and melt into my arms then go back about her day.
This girl must have loved watching my girl show up, fall into me, then scamper back into her world.
Having not gotten a reaction, she calls me gay.
The old fallback of the girl vying for my attention but not getting it b/c I find drunken women overbearing and childish to an unpleasant degree of spectacle. I'm unfazed and I don't even have to say it b/c the other dude swoops in my commenting on the gorgeous girl he saw me making out with earlier and the girl stops, pauses, considers and says several times with a faraway look in her eyes, "yeah...your girlfriend is pretty"....but it's not with hate or malice, it has that hint that she's also acknowledging the girl had class and grace and those things a party girl bar slut probably finds as alien as I do seeing a dude with kids looking like he enjoys hunting for the right piece of tile for a home furnishings project.
The girl finds out about my choice of hobbies/sports and again, her judgments are challenged and her interest crests and peaks. I don't say much about it when asked and I hate being that guy and the associations that come with it so I let it slide back from conversation.
This young girl is a sluttier, less practiced, more youthful (in some ways) version of the girl I'm seeing. On the flipside, my girl is more youthful in that she hasn't been bruised nearly as much by the cock carrousel and questionable sexual encounters despite the age difference. It's a marked difference and one that makes all the difference. This girl's came comes off as desperate, and try hard if you're trained in the Venusian arts and your women observation skills are astute or unmired by drinking and/or desperation. She plays it off but her posturing and leaning across, and bending down to fix her leggings is so overt I could laugh...and for that inarticulable reason we all know, it's desperate.
She's started the fade into drunkenness where she gets male attention from the men she doesn't want and doesn't elicit it from the guys she does want but even if a guy she wanted paid her mind, she would lose interest if he showed the slightest bit of neediness or weakness.
She levies some insults in a last ditch effort to provoke some conversation but this girl has trainwreck written all over her and I'm still trying this "straight and narrow" bit with this girl I met awhile ago.
I can tell this girl is considering trying to woo me as a win over a girl she perceives as higher value than her and I'm already deciding I won't give her that victory. She could be a good looking girl but her youthfulness is too young and too childish and too petulant and ultimately it fails as an illusion or as a charm.
I pick up on the vibe that she and this dude have already fucked but he tried to "housewife a hoe" and played it off the tip like a boyfriend despite admittedly knowing she was a not so closet sleeper of less than discerning taste. He's semi-effectively working his way back into her good graces in the midst of this social gathering and I respect his effort so I don't get in his way despite her giving me the eyes and finding ways to grind up onto the end of my leg when it's absolutely unnecessary. Every man for himself and all that, but 1) my girl is prettier, 2) this girl has baggage, and 3) this dude is pretty cool and 4) having just fucked my girl last night, the reality of stepping on this dude's toes/slagging out this girl which I can tell will necessitate bite marks and scratches, seems fraught with risk as I keep my eyes on a longer term prize which is this girl I'm actually seeing.
Good luck and happy hunting,
- Yrs. in Christ
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