SixStringGuy: Sorry but I do not want to talk about my week. Why don't you tell me about yours?

Pulling the cork on my second bottle of wine I sighed heavily as his words appeared. I was not about to tell him what happened this last week. No way in hell was that happening. That would be like admitting it to myself I thought while taking a big pull direct from the cold glass bottle before pouring myself a glass.

Grumpybluebear: Nope. I don't want to talk about my week. No. No. No.

SixStringGuy: Ok mama, settle down. I won't make you talk about whatever happened. So what should we talk about?

Taking a long sip from my glass of cold fermented grape juice I give his question serious consideration in what was becoming my slightly fuzzy state of mind.

Grumpybluebear: Jamie I think you should have a drink with me.

SixStringGuy: well I don't think we're in the same area so logistically we have a problem.

Grumpybluebear: no. See I'm sitting in my bedroom at this computer desk drinking and I've been told that drinking alone is sad, so you should have a drink with me.

SixStringGuy: Ah, I see now. Well what exactly are you drinking Sydney?

Grumpybluebear: White wine sir.

Emptying my glass only to fill it again.

SixStringGuy: ok. Give me a minute.

Sitting at my desk I busied myself by studying my wine as I gently agitated the glass. This past week has left me wondering if I was truly capable of making good life choices.

SixStringGuy: alright I'm back. I've got a nice glass of wine to drink along with you. But I'm dying to know how much you've drank already.

Grumpybluebear: working my way through my second bottle. You've got some catching up to do.

SixStringGuy: oh no, I'm not playing that game. Maybe you should slow down.

Grumpybluebear: I'm good. It's just wine. Anyways. Let chat. Just get to know each other.

SixStringGuy: Ok. So what's on your mind Sydney?

Grumpybluebear: Ok, if you weren't a strip club mogul what would you do with your life?

SixStringGuy: I'd probably try my hand at music. See if I could make anything out of that.

Grumpybluebear: oh that's right you said guitar was a hobby. Are you any good?

SixStringGuy: some people think I am. What about you, why the major in political science?

Grumpybluebear: I like politics. It's like a live action chess game where the characters are always changing. I'd like to end up as a speech writer someday, but we will see.

SixStringGuy: so you like to write. Anything specific you enjoy writing?

Grumpybluebear: nothing specific just love the act of writing. The feel of the pen against the paper as I watch the page fill up with my thoughts and knowing I created it no matter if it's good or bad. There is a satisfaction in that for me.

SixStringGuy: I can understand that. It's that feeling of completion that comes at the end of the creative process. In the end it doesn't matter what people think of your creation it is a part of you, an expression of self.

Pouring the last of the wine into my glass I let my eyes glaze over his words a few times. That was certainly not what I expected to read from a strip club owner, you just never know who people really are.

Grumpybluebear: something like that. Do you like to cook?

SixStringGuy: oh that was a quick change of subject. How's that wine treating you?

Grumpybluebear: just fine thank you. I'm feeling no pain over here lol.

My laugh rang through the apartment which I had to myself tonight. At this point in the evening my fave was feeling flush and my wine induced smile showed no signs of fading.

SixStringGuy: Well to answer your question I do enjoy cooking, but I don't get much time to do it. What about you?

Grumpybluebear: I like to bake sometimes 

SixStringGuy: well then you'll have to make me something. Chocolate cake maybe.

Grumpybluebear: yeah I could do that. But then you have to get here to eat it lol.

Giggling to myself as I take another large gulp of wine.

SixStringGuy: That could be arranged. What's going on in that head of yours tonight?

Grumpybluebear: nothing special.

SixStringGuy: So are you a little drunk? It sort of reads like you are.

Grumpybluebear: no not drunk. Just fuzzy around the edges.

SixStringGuy: I feel like I've heard that from you before ;)

Grumpybluebear: hey if you had the week I had you'd be a few bottles deep too.

SixStringGuy: well since you brought it up, what happened?

I laughed at my fingers as I realized I couldn't feel them entirely while I typed my response.

Grumpybluebear: Miko showed up here blubbering about how he missed me. So I laid everything out for him.

SixStringGuy: Did you? Everything huh? Maybe we shouldn't talk about this tonight. I don't want you getting upset like last time.

Another large mouthful of wine coated my inhibitions.

Grumpybluebear: I told him he's never made me come.

SixStringGuy: definitely drunk on your end of the conversation. You sure you don't wanna talk about this another time. Perhaps a more sober time.

Grumpybluebear: he took it as a challenge. Said he wanted to try. Wanted to show me what I'd be missing.

SixStringGuy: I'm guessing you let him.

I grimaced at the memory of being weak willed in that moment. At being naive enough to think this time would be different from the other 8 years.

Grumpybluebear: and you know what it got me?

SixStringGuy: hopefully it got you off, but I'm guessing not.

Grumpybluebear: got me nothing.

SixStringGuy: you need to learn to have these conversations with me while your sober. And no more sex with your ex. You've let him hit it once without being in a relationship, he'll try again.

Grumpybluebear: what makes you so sure.

SixStringGuy: I ran all these games in my youth. You let him between your legs without the confines on a relationship and he'll keep coming back until you say no.

Grumpybluebear: you ever left a woman unsatisfied?

SixStringGuy: no.

Grumpybluebear: but are you sure.

SixStringGuy: oh I'm sure ;) you see there's so many ways to get you there that I just don't see any excuse for not getting your woman off. 

Grumpybluebear: tell me how you'd do it.

As I hit send on that simple statement I realized just how drunk I really was. A blush came over my already warm cheeks as I eagerly waited for his response. Part of me was embarrassed for having asked, but another part really wanted to know. What could he do that would be so different from Miko. Sex was sex. Wasn't it?

SixStringGuy: No, not while you're drunk. You wanna talk about grown folks stuff like that then you need to be able to do it with a clear head.

Grumpybluebear: see, you're all talk.

SixStringGuy: you ask me how I'd get you off when you haven't had a drop to drink and I'll tell you. I promise you that.

Grumpybluebear: we will see about that. Ill call your bluff on that next week.

SixStringGuy: I don't think you will, but I'd be happy for you to prove me wrong. Now you need to put your foot down with Miko, don't let him walk all over you like that.

Grumpybluebear: I know. I think I'm gonna head for bed. I'm real tired now.

SixStringGuy: all that wine will do that. You're going to feel like crap tomorrow :(

Grumpybluebear: yeah I know. Talk to you next week.

SixStringGuy: night.