"Material Girl"
Saturday evening he stopped by unexpectedly, to give me a huge bouquet of pink roses and white tiger lilies. I didn’t know what to say. It had been a while since someone had given me flowers. Jimmy raised his eyebrows in skepticism when I walked up to Kraig, and gave him a hug. It felt honest and real, but my friends told me that I needed to be careful. Apparently I didn’t know “what I was getting myself into”.
Last Friday, Kraig came over to have cocktails with Jimmy, Asia, Zach, BB (lesbians Brandi and Bonny, who are best friends), and I. Well, everyone who was 21+ left to go out to the bars at around 9, which left Kraig, Zach and I hanging out at Zach and Jimmy’s apartment drinking, and watching tv. Around 11, Kraig decided he had to go home, because he had an early hike at 8am in the morning. I hugged him goodbye, and he left. Zach and I proceeded to make fun of people on connexion, and vote randomly in everyone’s “quick polls”.
Jimmy’s large, lush, pillow-filled bed was calling my name, and I went to bed soon after Kraig left. I woke up around 8am, to three voicemails and 9 new text messages. Clearly I had I missed out on something epic, that happened the night before. Jimmy went over to his friend Matt’s house after the bars, where he ran into none other than… Kraig.
Apparently Kraig went over to hang out with a mutual friend of ours Jimmy Martin (be careful not to get the two Jimmy’s confused), when he had told me he was going home to get some sleep. According to my best friend Jimmy, Kraig and Jimmy Martin had locked themselves in his bedroom, and then showered together later that night. Not before trying to talk to my best friend (who was very intoxicated at the time and doesn’t even remember what he said), and “explain” why he was downtown, and not with me.
After telling me exactly what had happened, Jimmy tried to read my expression, waiting for my reaction. I slid my sunglasses down, and lit up a cigarette, and took a moment to soak in all the news.
Kraig and I have been hanging out frequently the past few weeks. I first met him the Thursday before my birthday at Tracks. He works with Zach, who was persistent that I meet him. After getting to know him a little bit that night, I invited him to my house party that I was throwing the following night, to celebrate my birthday. He was thrilled to come. The next morning while Zach and I were drinking Starbucks and smoking on the porch, he asks me what color foundation I wear. I told him NC 25, and that it was funny that he asked, because I was running low, and had to go out and buy some.
Later that evening people started showing up, looking absolutely fabulous. The glitterati had arrived, and it was a sight to be seen. My theme was Glam Rock (chosen by the people who voted in my quick poll on connexion), and everyone made the effort to look their most fabulous. When Kraig arrived, he gave me a little black MAC bag. It clicked in my head immediately. He had called Zach earlier that morning, and asked him what color make up I wore, and went out and bought it for me. I looked at him, and he grinned, as I jumped into his arms.
The night continued without a hitch with the exception of a few drama queens occupying the bathrooms, and the unusually wet and rainy weather. Luckily I was wearing a MAC face, so I knew it wouldn’t melt off in the rain. Kraig ended up leaving a little after 1am, much to my despair. But, I gave him a huge hug, and he thanked him for his very thoughtful gift. A broken $100 bottle of tequila later, a drag queen’s heel getting stuck in the cracks in the porch, and Britney Spears playing for the 340597348534th time, almost everyone had left, and I snuggled up in my friend Tim’s bed (he was passed out on the couch), and went to sleep.
“I’m conflicted,” I told Jimmy.
He looked at me. “What’s there to be conflicted about? He lied to you.”
“Well,” I replied. “I really like him a lot. I enjoy spending time with him. He’s really sweet. He called Zach to see what color my skin was, so that he could match it. Who does that?”
I paused for a few moments, because I knew what I should do. We got home a few minutes later, where I proceeded to ignore Kraig’s text messages. I just didn’t know what to say to him. I hate being lied to, and it’s a total deal breaker. I’ve had too many men lie to me in the past, which has led to them risking my health. I’ve decided After a few hours, I chatted with him over texts, and told him what was on his mind.
He said nothing happened, he was so sorry that he lied, and that he wouldn’t do it again. I told him that I would chose to believe him that he didn’t do anything, regardless of what my friends said. But that this couldn’t ever happen again. I don’t have it in me to be involved with anyone that puts me in a situation like that. It’s too draining.
A few hours later I was watching TV with Jimmy. I received a text message reading “I’m outside.” I opened the door, and there he was, standing with a bouquet of pink roses and white tiger lilies. I didn’t know what to say.
I’ve spent the last week thinking about everything. I guess I won’t know if I’ve made a good or bad decision, until this matures a little bit. I’m going to the club to meet him tonight. For the record, I hope it works out. But, that’s another blog, I suppose.
Matty Beautiful
