So I'm like, What did you do at Ted's? He says, You know, had some drinks, played chess.
This is remarkable. Ted is Mr. A's oldest friend and - far as I knew - they've been pretty much out of contact since we separated. More on that later. Right now I just want to write this down as I remember it.
So J and I are sitting on the couch and he does NOT want to talk - he wants to make out. I tell him I'm only going to second base tonight. He says, Second base, huh? Then he sticks his hand down my pants.
Ok, I said no editorializing in this recap, but I need to interject some history here. When Mr. A and I met, he was 18 years old. Even back then, he already had an alter-ego. I know that sounds really weird, but he would get in these moods and his friends would call him Jerry. So he'd be Mr. A sometimes and then sometimes he'd be Jerry. He not a split personality or anything; it's just a certain way of comporting himself that he does sometimes.
It was Jerry that first attracted me. Jerry's sense of bravado is outrageous. Jerry's ego crushes everything around him. In love and war, Jerry takes no prisoners.
So Jerry was back last night. He had gotten lost in the course of our relationship but he was definitely back last night.
