pica_pica

Man this is a small city sometimes. Strange events transpired Saturday.

I was walking Morgan up Bute St Saturday afternoon and ran into a woman that I met the same day I met Leah at that local fetish night here called Sin City.
This would be back in September. That night, I had thought that I had caught a certain look from her, just a somewhat sideways glance with a smile. Of course, that night I was in a frantic state of fleeing from room to room in the club because it was the first time I had gone out since the breakup and I was feeling particularly awkward being there alone. I noticed what I thought was that special glance, but I simply ran outside to the smoking area, away from her.

I ran into a friend of mine out there, and I had seen him talking to her earlier so I asked him who she was.
thats my girlfriend He said.

Oops.

Anyways, turns out he lives just around the corner from me here so over the subsequent months I would run into the two of them semi-frequently, wed hang out every now and then.
Aaaanyways, I ran into her on Saturday afternoon and asked her if she was going to be going down to Sin City that night. She told me that she didnt want to go because she was afraid of running into her ex.

I found that particularly humorous for a second but then I caught on.
waaaait aminute. Your ex?... you mean you arent seeing Jim anymore?

No, I broke up with him 2 weeks ago, she said.

oh man, sorry.

its alright, but hes not in a good space.

That sucked, but I suppose people are breaking up all over the place all the time. It sparked a conversation however, of course a conversation about not wanting to go places to avoid the uncomfortable situations that exes can create.

(I think its totally ridiculous that that shit has to go down, and my own situation angers me with its stupidity, Something simple communication would solve, but I suppose she needs to be the victim in this and I wouldnt be surprised if she has learned to rely on a part of this scenario as her identity but Im straying here.)

So instead of going down to Sin City, she said her and some girlfriends were going to go to the media club to check out some 7 piece funk/fusion/house/jazz band.
That sounds cool I said, you mind if I tag along?

She said thatd be great, we could have a mutual hiding from the ex night, and I would be the token boy for her group of girls. She gave me her number, and I continued on with walking the dog.
I called her later that evening, and she said that her and her friend would swing by and pick me up on the way to the club.

This is the small city part.
The woman driving the car turns out to be the same woman that pulled lavinia aside on the night of my birthday to warn her that I was apparently an asshole. On the one hand, I silently freaked out about this a little bit as I find it to be an uncomfortable feeling to have people dislike me when they dont even know me. On the other hand, I could see it as a potential to save face.
I only knew her name, I didnt know what she looked like, but when I ran downstairs to get in the car, I was surprised to see who she was.

Also the the night I met Leah, this is the woman that bit me.
I remember you I said, smiling.

I had called lavinia earlier that day, told her about going down to see the band and she freaked out because she actually knew this band. They were from the same city as where she was from. She planned on meeting us down there later.

All in all it was a good night. I hopefully saved some face with the woman that was driving, because she appeared to not hate me which is always a good thing. It got a bit strange near the end as we ended up at a party in a guys apartment with a bunch of people that were at Sin City earlier, and I walked in the door with the three beautiful women and ran right into Jim. The very ex she was trying to avoid. Now I know what I looked like the night I tried to talk to R. that was uncomfortable.
Aaah drama.

From there, we all went back to lavinias apartment, and her roommate came out of his room in a particularly bitchy mood and so the 4 of us kept the peace by leaving the living room and disappearing into her bedroom. This prompted flashbacks for me to my new years eve when I ended up being the token boy at that early morning slumber party with those 3 women from that house party.

Both of these occasions are the decorated set of some unbelievable "dear penthouse" story, but both occasions remained innocent. Sure, my brain finds it easy to think about other outcomes and a couple of hundred possibilities in situations like that, but I don't think I'd be too comfortable with it in reality.

Nonetheless, It was a good weekend, I like being the token boy sometimes.

Small, small city.