Yes, this is another Sandy Bleed story. They keep getting better.
Last night after going out to a pretty good Puerto Rican restaurant for our weekly dinner, I went back to Faraway and Sandy’s place. Sandy and I played a couple of games of chess and had some wine at the end of which time, Sandy and Faraway started acting all weird and giving each other funny looks and giggles. I was tired and didn’t really feel like playing their game, so I went upstairs to get ready for bed. A few Tronents later, Faraway came up and started trying to convince me to come back down so they could ask me some question I was pretty suspicious and annoyed, but Faraway cut a deal with me that her little dog would sleep in its kennel downstairs and not in her room if I came down for their question. I thought the whole thing was a little ridiculous, but I sensed entertainment. I was right.
I came downstairs and sat down and Faraway and Sandy were giggling. After a few Tronents of childishness, they worked up the courage to indirectly ask their question.
Sandy says, “So..Arcadia called me the other day asking about you and saying you hadn’t called her for awhile.”
Ah. Arcadia is one is a girl he knows that I slept with. Sandy has been trash talking me to Faraway for the last few weeks trying to make her not want to date me, but all it has done has made her realize how pathetic he is. Sandy was now trying to break out the big guns- before he had just been telling her i was an awful person, but now he was trying to use my actual stories and sexual history to convince her. Sandy has to be one of the saddest individuals I have met.
I said, “Yes, I have talked to Arcadia on a regular basis and we are friends. As for what you are implying, I did have sex with her.”
We all started laughing and I was only mildly annoyed. The talented Mr. Bleed then seeing that his initial attempts didn’t work decided to go deep into very awkward terrain.
“Super, you’ve now slept with FOUR of my friends.”
“Yeah, they are in the group of people I spend time with. So what?”
“Super, why don’t you tell about what you did to these girls?”
“What?”
“Tell her about Tower”, said Sandy while giggling.
…Wow, Sandy. I always tell people I date about the ridiculousness with Tower (spying), but I hadn’t gotten around to telling Faraway yet. I told them that I would prefer just to talk about it in my own way and Sandy said, “No, why don’t you just tell us so I can make sure you don’t change details and make stuff up to make yourself sound better?” Now I was going to have to explain this whole very personal incident to her with Sandy sitting there making jokes. I was pretty shocked that the pompous ass was taking it to this level and started feeling a bit angry. But I kept myself calm and explained the whole incident with Tower’s passwords to Faraway, with Sandy sitting there and listening. I told it just like I always do, honestly and he didn’t have anything to say about it. He kept looking at her, waiting for her to get angry or do something and she just sat there and said she didn’t care.
Having his two main plots to make Faraway hate me foiled, Sandy started to leave his passive aggressive shell more and making very awkward comments about me supposedly being a manwhore and a bad person to women.
I usually consider myself to be a very stable, patient person, but Sandy was starting to dangerously push my limits. I know he is a passive aggressive pussy and usually tolerate it, but he was going too far.
I brought out a harpoon to kill an ant. “Hey Sandy, you don’t need to try to talk shit just because you have been trying and failing with Faraway for 3 years and I made it happen in a weekend.”
Sandy’s face instantly fell and the three of us continued talking for a short time about smaller issues, but I watched him squirm around thinking about my comment. Finally, he stood up and said he was going to go to bed. Faraway told him that was a very good idea.
He paused at the entry to the stairs and made a final stupid comment. At this point, I was pretty mad. I just froze for a second and stared at the wall… Up to this point Sandy had just been slowly burning down my fuse, but now the spark was right next to the powder keg.
Sandy went up the stairs and I decided to let the Tronent pass.
I went upstairs with Faraway and she kept apologizing to me and saying she had no idea he was going to dredge up everything that he did. She had just wanted to poke fun of me about Arcadia. I wasn’t bothered at all by her, I understood Sandy was the instigator and she hadn’t known what he was going to do. Faraway and I got into bed and she kept apologizing and telling me how much she liked me (she basically loves me after 2 weeks of hooking up lol) and that she had no idea what was going to happen. I told her it was okay, I was just pissed at Sandy. She told me that Sandy had told her a few days ago that he still had feelings for her and that her sleeping with me made him feel “demasculated”.
She and I had some nice, rough loud sex right next door to Sandy’s room. I went at it hard and her bed is super squeaky anyways, but now it was hammering in to the wall while her loud moans mixed into the sound track. Demasculation complete.
When I first met Sandy, I despised him, but many exposures to the man had led to a tolerance of him. I started playing chess with him occasionally and even went on the Thursday art walk with him. Whenever I described him to people I am reluctant to call him my friend, but didn’t know how to define our relationship. I usually require that my friends are intelligent, loyal and fun. I have known Sandy has no loyalty and isn’t a good guy, but tolerated it because that was recommended by my close friends Fletch and Harm-Stop. Now I have decided upon my approach. Sandy is not my friend and I will treat him exactly as he treats me: a tool to be used to further my own ends. We will play chess, but if he pushes me again, I will not hesitate to put him in his place.
