You said hello at the bar one night. I’m polite when I’m not drunk so I said hello back, and then I noticed your ring. You told me not to worry, you’re happily married and not looking. I nodded skeptically.
I saw you again the next weekend, wearing the ring but still no wife. You said hello and I smiled a quick, dismissive smile. I had a few drinks before you showed up.
The third weekend in a row you were at the bar, wearing your ring and still alone. You didn’t have any friends with you either. I avoided eye contact and your area all together. I didn’t even start drinking yet.
I went out for a cigarette later in the night and walked around the corner to the alleyway and leaned against the wall. I was alone too, no ring though.
You came out and leaned against the wall along the street and asked me for a light. I obliged, begrudgingly. You really shouldn’t have, I had a few and my tongue was loosened.
“Happily married, right?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” is all you replied.
“So if I offered to suck your dick right here in this alley you would say no?”
You didn’t wait a beat to reply.
“Are you a $5 hooker?”
“No,” I responded, annoyed.
“Then why would you offer to give me a blowjob in an alley?”
Well, if you are a cheat you’re not a stupid one.
“Why are you convinced I’m trying to fuck you?”
We hadn’t made eye contact yet. He was leaned against his portion of the wall facing the street while I had my back against the alley near the corner.
“You come here every weekend without your wife. You don’t meet any friends. You try and talk up random women. Sounds pretty standard.”
I knew the type. If he wasn’t yet, he would be eventually.
“Jaded,” was the only word he said.
“Disappointed too many times I guess.”
“Then it’s a good thing we aren’t going to be having sex,” he dropped his cigarette butt on the sidewalk and stamped it out before walking back to the bar.
I smirked at his response, then sighed to myself, “great, now I want to fuck him.”