Went out with a girl for drinks. She notices the little red gift bag in the back of my car.
She knows of my reputation and comments on me having a present from one of my girlfriends.
“I don’t have girlfriends.” I say
She uses the “I am in a committed relationship” shtick, yet she’s drinking with me. She downs a couple sidecars, I have a couple beers.
We leave, I pay the tab, but say “You’re getting the next round and kiss me on the cheek.”
She just stops herself from kissing me then punches me, “Dammit I almost did that.”
I laugh.
We go to another bar. An UB3 comments on the fact that I am the only guy in there wearing a suit and wonders why.
“The devil always dresses up.”
She wants to engage more but that ain’t happening.
We’re drinking and a guy we both know comes over. I get work from the guy and he refers people to me all the time. His wife is at another part of the locale. He’s been drinking. He makes a comment on my appearance.
He’s an ex con and he talks about it. He also talks about his small penis, shows off a hernia the size of a golf ball and mentions repeatedly how much he loves his wife, mentions they’re good, but if she need something he couldn’t give he would be fine with her cheating (an out and out lie, he would kill the guy).
I tell him I’d take care of his wife for him.
These topics tend to repeat themselves. Which conveys quite clearly that he is sexually frustrated.
The interesting thing about all this is that is working for him.
The girl I am with adjusts her body toward him and starts twirling her hair.
Shit.
Another guy we know comes and joins us and brings two friends including a paper alpha.
It’s a fucking convention.
The paper alpha starts talking to the AMOGer and then as the AMOGer responds, the paper alpha turns away, mid sentence.
AMOGer goes berserk.
Threatens to tear the guy’s throat out and lunges for him.
“I’m done,” Paper alpha runs.
Bar staff intervene. The girl is calming AMOGer down, by trying to talk him through all this, but without acknowledging his point of view. She thinks this is de-escalating the situation, when in fact it is keeping him agitated.
Wife of AMOGer shows up and says she wants to go, but then mentions that Paper Alpha was being rude to her as well, making AMOGer ramp up again.
“No one disrespects my wife!”
I watch the interaction of the AMOGer and his wife. She pushes and pulls on the anger, first down playing it and soothing him, and then saying something that gets him agitated again.
Both women are now engaged with him
Cycling back and forth.
The girl I was with now has eyes only for AMOGer. She’s a lost cause.
The night is totally borked, the two of them are having an endless fucking conversation about the event and their emotions, his wife flits in and out, I can’t beat the fact that the guy demonstrated that he’s willing to fight on a dime. . .
. . . and then some douchbag that I don’t know keeps asking if I can get him some dope, because apparently only a drug dealer would wear a suit to the venue I’m in.
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