Chloe, Meet Michelle

The party at Scott’s place was fun, until Michelle showed up!

I had no idea she had become friends with that director friend of Scott’s independently and got invited, so it was a pretty big surprise to see her there. Of course, she was there with her fiance, Dan, and something about seeing them together really set me off. Chloe could tell something was up because she pulled me aside and asked, “How do you know each other?’

What could I say? “Oh, she’s the woman I’m in love with who’s getting married to some other guy?” Instead, I said, “We work in the same building.”

Michelle waited until Chloe was in the bathroom to corner me and I guess she was drunk because she kept going on and on about “How come we don’t talk anymore?” I was like, “I think the frequency went down significantly after you got engaged!”

She said, “Remember when we kissed?” Yeah, like I’d forget that.

I said, “What are you doing?”

She said, “I don’t know.”

Nothing happened between us, but it made me see her in a new light. She was acting kind of stupid and it made her really unattractive to me. She made me promise that we’d talk more. Emails, lunches, that kind of stuff. I said I would.

Chloe came back and interrupted us. I left Michelle and asked Chloe if she wanted to go get something to eat (it was one a.m.). She sensed the subtext and said sure.

We didn’t actually go get something to eat, but we did go back to my place and we finally did it. I know most readers are thinking, “Wait, you guys haven’t done it yet?” We hadn’t. But now we have. I’m not going to go into that level of detail as to why.

But I was wondering if Chloe felt threatened. Michelle gets a rise out of me, even if it’s a negative emotion. It seemed like something about it made her need to “lock me in.” I’m not complaining but the whole thing makes my head hurt.

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6 Responses to Chloe, Meet Michelle

  1. NoAmbition says:

    Whoah, whole lotta stuff in that post, dude …

    Quick points:

    1) I think it’s good that you got to have some non-reactive (meaning, for example, that you weren’t mad at her b/c she got engaged) negative emotions re: EG. That’s an essential part of moving on (especially since maybe she hasn’t fully done so).

    2) Glad you closed the deal with Chloe; I hope you were able to enjoy it fully given that it sounds kind of like an anger f*ck (though maybe that made it better for her).

    3) How much were you thinking about Michelle when you were boot-knockin’ with Chloe?

    Never a dull moment in FletcherLand, eh?

    • sophie says:

      Who are you and do you feel the need to ask questions about every single post, its a light hearted read not a dissertation! I shouldn’t be so anal but seriously every post?!?!

  2. NoAmbition says:

    Sophie, are you serious? Are you familiar with the concept of blogs and Web 2.0? Reader interaction is the ENTIRE point. Good luck missing the obvious in the rest of your life.

    • moreambition says:

      really though, NoAmbition, i can’t help but notice that despite your detailed analysis of every single blog entry there actually hasn’t been that much ‘blogger:you’ interaction. i’m starting at the start in my reading, but the last time our hero interacted with you for some time in my reading was to say ‘you have too much time on your hands’…..

      • Jam says:

        Finally, some drama in the comments section too! NoAmbition, you don’t half make me piss myself laughing at what you have the audacity to ask! hahaha! =D

  3. Malcolm Grant says:

    Ok, maybe this has probably been established elsewhere and is totally redundant but this blog is completely fake. Completely. I don’t know where to start an I’m tired just to think of it. But if anyone feels strongly about this (above comments suggests so) and disagrees, we can discuss it.
    Bacio

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