When Terry Met Julie

“We were never dating anyways, were we?” Terry said while slamming the door at Juliette’s face.

I introduced Terry and Juliette a couple months ago. I never thought they would get along. Well, indeed they did not except maybe sex wise. According to July, Terry was incredibly amazing in bed.  Kind, sweet, tender in another words he was the perfect lover. As Terry’s best friend, I knew that this statement was only partially true. He was nice but that was only to get whomever he wanted in his bed. He had this particular skill that enabled him to make any girl he wanted fall in love with him. At least that’s what I thought.

During my really interesting lunch with Julie I asked her how she felt about him. Her answer blew my mind away. “Well he is great in bed but as a boyfriend… ewww not even in my worse nightmares…” she said looking for the last piece of chicken in her Caesar salad.  That was a first. Terry the serial dater did not get Julie the perfect romantic chick to fall in love with him. I just couldn’t believe it. Giving the circumstances I could understand that Julie wouldn’t want a relationship at the moment but I really thought only I could resist to Terry’s charm.

Later that night we were all gathered for Julie’s sister’s birthday. I had to find Terry and tell him that the sweet little blond cheerleader did not care an ounce about him. “This bitch!” … He did not react the way I expected him to, obviously he cared more than I thought. As soon as I told him my delightful story he started hunting for a new prey, a new girl he would put into his bed tonight. He was intentionally trying to hurt my friend. Why is it fine when boys don’t care but upsetting when we don’t? Is there a rule that says that we have to be into every single guy we have sex with? Do men think that women are incapable of having meaningless sex?

When Julie saw Terry all over this other girl she stared at him for a while and left the room, uncomfortable but not bothered so much. He followed her and grabbed her harm. “We were never dating anyways, were we?” Terry said while slamming the door at Juliette’s face. Juliette was a bit confused but couldn’t help not laughing. She couldn’t care any less and was pretty proud of her self for putting Terry in such a mood. Witnessing the whole scene I came to the conclusion that romantics might be serial daters after all. 

Ain't No Superman

Five dates. That’s usually how long I wait until I get into someone’s bed. Seems pretty fair to me. But when superman invites you over, you don’t want to wait 5 dates, do you? That night, when my own superman invited me to stay over, I couldn’t resist to the invitation and wait any longer. We hardly had one date but it didn’t matter cause I knew he had super powers as every super heroes.

The truth is, I needed to be rescued. I had just split up with my ex boyfriend and I had never felt so lonely. This guy that I barely knew just happened to be at the right place at the right moment. He couldn’t be anything else than a super hero who came to save me. Or could he? As the night was getting darker and darker my mysterious hero and I started to get physically closer and closer into his bed. I was waiting for my man to wildly snatch off my bra… He never did. All he did was kissing me and holding me really tight, like he never wanted me to leave him. Like I was the one rescuing him.  Yes, my superman needed me at least as much as I needed him that night.

The next morning as I was lying next to my so-called super hero I had to think of how weird and uncomfortable things could be between us now. I left his place without saying a word. Maybe I should have because after that night I never really heard from him again. After a week, I started wondering. Who can we really call superman? Do we really need to be rescued? And if we do, does it really have to be by some handsome guy in his room? After thinking about it over and over trying to find a good explanation I came to a simple conclusion. It turns out superman was nothing more than a human being that I had been idealizing for weeks. So note to self: next time stick to five dates.

RUMOR HAS IT!

Juliette was devastated. “Rumor has it Charlotte, he is seeing someone else.” She stammered between two tears. This was those kind of situations where you don’t know what to say to your friend; because you know how much she is hurt and whatever you will say, there is no word that will make her feel better. Julie was a really strong and beautiful tiny woman but when it came to feelings, she was the weakest person I knew. She got so involved in all of her relationships and her expectations were so high that when she came down… Well, instead of softly landing, she would crash every single time.

Why do man need to break our heart in order to stroke their ego? How more perfect do we have to be in order to keep our boyfriends away from cheating on us? What does the other woman have that we don’t? Juliette and her boyfriend were in a long distance relationship since almost a year. I’ll agree that the context wasn’t the best you can except for but he knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted to be in this relationship. There is no excuse to cheat on someone. It is lame and selfish. I mean, after a whole year of devotion to the other one how can you just forget what you had in one night.  Because yes, that’s usually what it takes. One little nightstand and you are out of the picture forever.

            That night, Julie just couldn’t stop crying. I knew too well what she was going thru and how hard the next couple weeks were going to be. She needed the support of a true friend more than ever. At one point, eyes full of tears, she asked me, “Charlotte, please tell me, how do you recover from such a big injury?” Even if I knew you never really do, I said, “Time will heal, just put one feat in front of the other and get thru the day. At least, that’s how I get by.”