Single Mans Diary

A Double Date, A Pervert, And A Tongue Lashing

Wednesday night I went to my friend’s for a quick drink before embarking on our double date. He’s was pumped, mostly because the girl who red was setting him up with turned out to be her cousin. For some reason that got him riled up into a ridiculous, incestuous sexual frenzy. Sometimes I really wonder why I’m friends with this dude.

He offered to drive so we jumped into his 09 Range Rover—now I remember why we’re friends—and set off to pick the girls up. We went to red’s place, which was in a quiet little neighborhood in Santa Monica. I called her when we got outside and they jumped in. Red looked great! Her huge head of curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had on tight blue jeans, a tight white top and a big ol scarf. Her cousin was pretty cute, too. She was a tall brunette and had a sexy thickness about her.

I hopped into the backseat with Red. As her cousin got into the front seat my friend blurted out, “HeeeeEEYYY BEAUUUTIFUL!!!” –He’s such a fucking prick I swear. We went to a little bar and shacked up in a booth. Surprisingly, red’s cousin and my boy hit it off. She was very responsive to his cheesy, pushy bullshit and while he molested her, red and I had a series of really amazing conversations. Her brother was in Iraq and we had a very deep talk about how it affected her brother, he family, ect. Can’t get into the details but it was very eye opening and extremely heartbreaking. It definitely connected us, and after 2 hours of pretty heavy sharing we were holding hands and I was feeling baby butterflies.

After a few hours we decided to take the party back to my buddy’s house and on the way we swung by red’s to get their car. At my friend’s we poured some drinks, cranked some tunes and picked up where we left off. Fast forward to 2:30 am, I was pretty buzzed and very tired. My friend and red’s cousin had been upstairs for 20 min. Red and I began making out and it was awesome. There was no genital grabbing or boobie rubbing, we just made out on and off for 20-30 min. It was a prefect ending to a great date, and a nice lead in for date #3.

But here’s where it became interesting.

We ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke up at 3:50am. Red was OUT, and totally sprawled out on the couch. My friend and her cousin came downstairs and we all decided it was time to go. I gave Red a kiss and said goodbye to everyone else, got in my car and took off.

Then yesterday, I got a call from Red:

“Ummm, so what the FUCK was last night about?”

I thought she was joking—“Huh? HA! What do you mean?”

“Did you tell your friend to try to have a fucking 3-way with us?”

WHAT!—“Hell no! What happened?”

After I left that night Red’s cousin convinced her to stay for one more drink. At 4:30 am, while they were all cuddled up on the couch, my friend began to make moves on both of them before suggesting they all go upstairs, at which time they said hell no and left. Isn’t that amazing? I assured red that her in a 3-way with my friend was NOT my intention, and she calmed down. Funny thing is, I honestly wouldn’t have been mad at him if he hooked it up! He’s a fucking sleazebag for trying, sure, but if they did have a 3-way, she’s probably not the right person for me to date anyway.