Night out...part 2

Some people procrastinate by watching TV. Absent one, I write. Since there’s nothing more exciting going on in my life than looking at sections of preserved vaginas, I’m going to recount a sordid act of infidelity I witnessed some nights ago. Some history: Todd and Andy are friends. Andy has always wanted to be more than just friends, but Todd’s bed had no vacancy for several years straight, apparently- until tonight.

Dugan, Todd, Andy and I went to Club Café with several people after the get together at Laurel. I, still analyzing what had transpired between John and me, was oblivious to the drama happening across the table. On the surface, Todd seems nice enough, and Andy’s manners would make him a great doc. He was rather cute. But the alcohol since dinner had made them more crude, and their intentions more obvious. Around us, the meat market was in full swing, set to the beat of Madonna and Cher. Let the games begin.

By my second Diet Coke Todd has introduced us all to his current boyfriend, whose name I didn’t catch but whose Aryan features I couldn’t ignore. He appeared gracious, debonair even, but his hand clutching Todd’s told me he was human too. He didn’t talk much and spent most of the time staring out at the dance floor. Todd and Andy were whispering beneath their breath, and I saw on Andy a devilish grin. Todd excused himself for a smoke. Andy followed. Todd’s boyfriend came running after.

We missed them for 20 minutes, when finally Todd came back, proclaiming exasperatedly “ I’m so fucked….I so want to sleep with Andy, and I want [the boyfriend] to go home, but he won’t leave.” Dugan suggested a solution. “Why don’t you just leave and come back in a while; we’ll make sure Andy will still be here.” It wasn’t as simple. This game of trying to ditch the boyfriend would continue for several hours into the night. Andy would bum a smoke, and Todd would follow with the boyfriend hung to his side. Finally, Todd came back with both his lovers and said his goodbyes, leaving with his boyfriend still attached. We looked to Andy. Sullen, calculating, with a flash of teeth, he has since ordered another martini.

Todd returned unaccompanied some time later to meet Andy. They danced. Hips, shoulders, sweat. “It’s just a one night thing. I used to like Andy, but he has such attitude.” Dugan scoffed. “I’m like, you’re cute, but not THAT cute to act that way to me!” I finished my Diet Coke, palming my phone, hoping my boyfriend would call.

Out of the blue minutes later Todd came running to us. “Shit, I’m busted. That was [the boyfriend]’s best friend; she definitely saw us. Shit!” Andy was now clutching Todd’s hand, beckoning him to leave. He still had that devilish grin. I guess Andy never really took the Hippocratic Oath to do no harm. Dugan schemed further with them, but not before I left. I heard Dugan remarking on Todd’s current relationship. “I’ll give it another 3 weeks at most.”