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.