Moonspun Spins

Yea, and I am not talking about the bird…

Since I know you all are riveted by the stories of my life (ok maybe riveted is a strong word) I would do you a disservice by not reporting about what happened with SB last night.

RP and I came home about 9 pm. We’d had a long day at work, ending with the dinner with the college trustees. Which was actually the best we have had. I went to the dedication of the new dorm and the few students I know really well were there and I got to see their dorm room and get at tour and they were all invited to the dinner, too. So we all went to RP’s office and got him…he was a bit surprised when I walked in with 4 students! Anyway, we had a fun table group and knew most everyone and the food was good and of course there is an open bar. I am all about a free Captain Morgan and ginger ale when I can get one…

Anyway, so we come home and there is a message from SB to call him. Having been out all day, I didn’t want to and RP and I settled on the couch, him watching some tv and me with my trusty lapstop checking in on my reader (and all you bloggers) and my facebook page. I notice that SB is online and I predict to RP that it’s only a matter of time before he pops up and gives me a hard time for not calling him back.

Bingo.

The first thing he says is…”I see you don’t return phone calls.”

My cranky, perturbed, and take-no-shit moonspun personality instantly kicked in. I wasn’t going to take his shit and literally start my reply with a  “fuck off , I just got home after being gone since 7 am and am not just sitting down to relax with my husband. I don’t need this from you.”

SB signs out of chat, then sends me an e-mail in facebook, that just says “Thanks for being there.”

I reply with this: “Honestly..how old are you? I am not sure what you expect from me, but berating me without even saying hello first…that’s just stupid and petty and you aren’t being a good friend with that kind of behavior in the same way you are pissed at me. I am not falling for your emotional manipulation so you can take it somewhere else. I am sorry you are in a bad space, but treating me like crap sure in hell isn’t going to help.”

He comes back on chat and basically says he is sorry, he doesn’t mean to treat me, of all people, that way. Fine I say and then he asks “do you still love me?”

Meanwhile, you have to know that RP and I are exchanging quips about the conversation and my beloved husband is sitting right next to me reading it all. Because that’s what we do. Unlike SB’s marriage where he couldn’t even talk to women friends in front of his wife, let alone let her know he had any woman friends, let alone share with her the alarming amount of porn, etc, he owned. RP and I are tight. Of course you all know that.

While slightly puzzled by the question do you still love me, I think maybe I am being too hard on SB and want to give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance. So I say “give me three reasons I should” to make it light-hearted.

And the reply comes back, “I am kind, I am loving and I have a nice cock.” (I personally am turned off by that particular word but that’s hardly the point.

Oh right, that explains it all. And yea, he did.

RP and I kind of chortle together and I think…that’s it. No more.

I respond simply that there isn’t anything appropriate about mentioning his cock.

He gets defensive and says “well I guess it’s goodnight then”

I write that RP isn’t sure what to think of his nice cock, either as he is sitting next to me. And then there was no reply at all and he signed out. Because really, what else could he say? And if I had been him I’d have been mortified knowing someone else had read my words.

So those of you who mentioned that SB was as “asshat” and a “twerp”…well there is your proof….

I also realized when talking to RP about it, that I’ve known SB for about 15 years…which is a long time. Which means when I met him he was in his mid-20’s and now he is nearly 40. And I am not sure how much he has changed or matured over the years. And I guess I have. So maybe that’s why I am tired of the same games and stupidity. Because that’s not how I live my own life and I have changed and just freakin’ dealt with life and tried hard to accept the changes that have appeared in those I love. Because that is what you do when you really love and respect someone. You pay attention to who they are.

I know that SB is disappointed that I am happily married and have chosen to be monogamous with RP and that RP is clearly right for me. I know that SB wants me to play with him in the same way I used to when my life was very very different. But I can’t and I won’t and that’s my choice.

And it’s his loss in the end if he can’t see who I am now. Not mine.

All mentions of cocks be damned.