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My friend's significant others have a habit of being somewhat wary of me, at times. I've often found this to be unwarranted and really my belief is that it's rooted in their desire to control my friend which may be harder if they are partying with me all the time and meeting the women I'm around. fair enough.

To my great surprise a friend's wife who has openly expressed her disdain for me, to me, contacted me out of the blue. She has one other friend in NYC and she thought I had to meet her. She puts us in a group text and that was that.

Now, I'm not the world's most conniving human being but I can tell a trap from a mile away. It's obvious she wants me to meet this woman, say something sexist or otherwise, and then have another thing to bitch to her husband about. I wasn't going to let that happen so it ext my friend and tell him that I'm going to say terrible things to this woman and his wife should cancel the plans. He told me if I didn't show up pay for drinks and act properly he'd never talk to me again. Wives never lose, it's disgusting.

I text the strange woman back and give her a post-work happy hour Wednesday time slot which affords me enough time to go chug whiskeys and sniff lines by myself to mourn the death of a very old friendship. 5:30 at Old Town Bar. Fate sealed.

5:30 rolls around and I'm there on the dot. Thinking to myself that surely I could manage one drink without revealing my thoughts on how to fix the fertility rate. she texts me and says "srryyyyy will be 6:15 work sucksssss". I'm being blown off by this person! I'm stunned. Her name didnt even pop up on my phone I never bothered to save it. I finish 5 coors light draft before she arrives.

She looks nice, unassuming, pretty enough certainly although I wouldn't necessarily screenshot her instagram for my gorupchat but after 5 beers in 45 minutes more than I'd bargained for. And as with any woman who enters my life far more than what I deserve.

I'll skip the boring part here and say after 3 more drinks she was ready to come back to mine to do lines and "meet up with my friends out somewhere". Reader it is here I confess there were no friends out anywhere, if that makes me a bad person then everything else I've done confirms my place in hell. To spare her dignity in the pages of this website that I vibe coded and so cannot delete I will say she blew me three times since she was on her period and I was so coked out I never felt it until the last time and I bought her an uber home. We agreed of course we wouldn't tell our mutual friends and would otherwise go on with our life.

and that's a wednesday in the city. and everyday after.