Losing Lindsay
Lindsay and I met as couples so often do through mutual friends. I'd known her for some time, meeting her for the first time while she was dating one of my best childhood companions. Skinny and small-breasted, she was nonetheless remarkably lovely. Long, crimson hair and green eyes that contrasted brilliantly with her pale skin and ruby locks. Ever quiet and reserved, we made an unlikely pair. But a pair we did make, and before long we were inseparable. This is the story of how I lost her two years into what I believed would be the relationship that would last the rest of my life.
There were indications that something was amiss, of course. The first was shortly after we had began dating. The three of us had been drinking scotch at my house - Lindsay and Slim, my close friend and her ex of some 5 years. I cannot recall the exact conversation that lead to his comment, something to do with sex workers perhaps.
"I wonder if sex is even enjoyable after enough time," I remarked. "Is it even fun or is it like throwing a hotdog down a hallway?" I laughed, stupid enough from drink to find the silly cliche amusing.
"Maybe for you," my friend smirked.
An obscure comment, to be sure, and I paid it no mind. I mention it now because looking back I can now see the signs I had sadly missed at the time.
Again, in retrospect, there were other... "things" I failed to notice. Shortly after I began dating Lindsay I had gone to Slim.
"Listen, Lin and I are getting close. I need to know that things are cool with you before anything conclusive happens. I absolutely will not risk our friendship, so if you feel uncomfortable in any way, just say so and I'll end it now. No resentment, no nothing."
"Don't sweat it!" Slim laughed. "We haven't been together in years, I'm fine with and I think you guys look good together."
And that was that... almost. Despite his words, I noticed that Slim began to sort of "posture" around me, and moreso when Lindsay was present. He had a bit of an attitude, a bit of bravado. Trying to show me up in subtle ways, showing off and the like. I assumed that some part of him was jealous of us.
Now, I should point out some contrasts between Slim and I. I'm an athlete, born and raised, and I look like one. Toned and strong with the obvious benefits of a career in sports. Slim was, well, slim. Slightly taller than I but slender of limb and a bit doughy about the midsection, with a bland face and moppish hair. I am no great beauty, but the sheer quality of my physique would likely put me in another league when it comes to what most agree on in regards to attractiveness. I never considered him a competitor of any sort.
End of Part 1.
Lindsay and I met as couples so often do through mutual friends. I'd known her for some time, meeting her for the first time while she was dating one of my best childhood companions. Skinny and small-breasted, she was nonetheless remarkably lovely. Long, crimson hair and green eyes that contrasted brilliantly with her pale skin and ruby locks. Ever quiet and reserved, we made an unlikely pair. But a pair we did make, and before long we were inseparable. This is the story of how I lost her two years into what I believed would be the relationship that would last the rest of my life.
There were indications that something was amiss, of course. The first was shortly after we had began dating. The three of us had been drinking scotch at my house - Lindsay and Slim, my close friend and her ex of some 5 years. I cannot recall the exact conversation that lead to his comment, something to do with sex workers perhaps.
"I wonder if sex is even enjoyable after enough time," I remarked. "Is it even fun or is it like throwing a hotdog down a hallway?" I laughed, stupid enough from drink to find the silly cliche amusing.
"Maybe for you," my friend smirked.
An obscure comment, to be sure, and I paid it no mind. I mention it now because looking back I can now see the signs I had sadly missed at the time.
Again, in retrospect, there were other... "things" I failed to notice. Shortly after I began dating Lindsay I had gone to Slim.
"Listen, Lin and I are getting close. I need to know that things are cool with you before anything conclusive happens. I absolutely will not risk our friendship, so if you feel uncomfortable in any way, just say so and I'll end it now. No resentment, no nothing."
"Don't sweat it!" Slim laughed. "We haven't been together in years, I'm fine with and I think you guys look good together."
And that was that... almost. Despite his words, I noticed that Slim began to sort of "posture" around me, and moreso when Lindsay was present. He had a bit of an attitude, a bit of bravado. Trying to show me up in subtle ways, showing off and the like. I assumed that some part of him was jealous of us.
Now, I should point out some contrasts between Slim and I. I'm an athlete, born and raised, and I look like one. Toned and strong with the obvious benefits of a career in sports. Slim was, well, slim. Slightly taller than I but slender of limb and a bit doughy about the midsection, with a bland face and moppish hair. I am no great beauty, but the sheer quality of my physique would likely put me in another league when it comes to what most agree on in regards to attractiveness. I never considered him a competitor of any sort.
End of Part 1.