I saw all of the Indy 500. Not bad.
The Coca-Cola 600 is my favorite race of the year. I had a dinner, with a Democratic strategist, that I scheduled wrong, I thouhg it was Saturday. No problem, I will just change the date. Next week.
No.
Promises of eternal love and lust, I will vote for Clinton, I will tell her all our secrets. No, no, no. That tells you how this went.
I went to a restaurant I had been to a few times before. Why is it I have to pay, but never get to choose the restaurant? This place serves food I do not understand, but they did have a few steaks. I had a rib eye, nicely cooked and seasoned, but far to think for the price I paid. The french fires were terrible, they did not have mashed potatoes, and the desert was awful. If I am ever at this place again, I will not be paying, that is for damn sure.
Most of the discussion was about how little she dates, how she cannot find a boyfriend, must less a potential husband. She is pretty enough, smart enough, and accomplished. I had no idea why she could not get a date. Then we started to talk politics, and I could not get a word in edgewise. Seething hatred.
If I was not a gentlemen, I would tell her the reason she does not have better luck with men is that she is so shrill. I am uxorious, and I just wanted to walk out. Aisha is mean and violent, a nasty piece of work, love her though I do. She is never shrill.
So it was Aisha on my mind as I drove home. Some time in the hot tub, and then in bed, where we had been absolutely on fire from Friday night on.
I got to the hot tub, no Aisha. Claire informed me, perhaps a little to happily, that Aisha was in her room with her date. Female, thankfully. Claire then told me that she and Wendy would be using the guest room, and I was not invited. I was on the couch. Megan did go to bat for me, however. She actually tried to get Courtney to let me sleep with them. No chance. Megan explained to me that Courtney was pretty hot that night, and she had noticeably cooled the more Megan tried. Megan told me she needed to take this chance. Megan has privately complained to me that she is not getting enough sex.
So, the couch.
I work with Megan as she got up to make breakfast. I toweled off in the half bathroom, and helped Megan. I saw Aisha's date, but did not speak to her nor get her name. She was plain but pretty, Aisha's type. I took an extra share of bacon, sausage, and Wendy;s amazing scrambled eggs, since I was not having any waffles. I took my plate to the guest room, hoping that Claire would remember it is not the guest bedroom, it is my bedroom. I was still angry.
After Aisha's new friend had left, she called me into her room.
"Who is she, and is she any good?"
"Her name is Alex, and she is fantastic. She just came out of relationship, thermonuclear break up, and she is just looking for a friend wit benefits. She is strictly lesbian, and I am way to bi for her to have a relationship with, so it works out for both of us. Ill see her again." Not really making it better. "I heard what happened last night. If Wendy and Claire want to sty here, they have to let you sleep with them."
Still not making it better. "Great. So I am in bed with them while they fuck."
Aisha shrugged. "You know them. They will focus on each other, but they will find a use for you."
"What about your new girl Alex?"
"Probably not. I'll ask her, but just once, because I like her. She's a lot more like Courtney than Wendy." Meaning she just does not like cock.
Still angry. For about five seconds, when Aisha started to fellate me.
I missed the entire Coca-Cola 600.