ok, let me give a quick update (also, if anything important was posted in the last two weeks, I've missed it. I don't think i'm catching up).
To set the table -- still living in the basement apartment. It's still kinda weird. Wife now working Tuesday, Wed, and Thurs, from 8:30 til 6:30 or so, meaning I get the kids to school and get them after school and give them dinner and do bedtime. So, essentially, Tues-Thursdays are "my" days, Monday is her day. Friday is weird because I coach my son's basketball team from 8-9, so I'm around. But I guess it could be her day. And we generally split Sat and Sunday. But we are still working out the kinks.
So, two holiday parties in the neighborhood last week. Wife wanted to go, but it was on "her" day to have the kids. The first party was for kids, say from about 6-9 or so. The second was an adult only deal. Both were full of our joint friends (essentially, the parents of my kids' friends from school.
I get a text from the mom of one of my son's friends (and who is also friends with my wife), asking if I was going to the second party (note: she knows our pseudo-separation situation) I say I don't know, it's [wife's] day with the kids, but that she really wanted to go, so I'd probably watch the kids so she could.
Her reply: you should leave the kids in front of a movie and come. I've got a friend I want you to meet.
me: really?
Her: yeah. You'd like her.
I didn't reply quickly enough, I guess, so she wrote again.
Her: She's fun, funny, in shape, and likes sex.
me: um. . . . .
Her: come on, you should go!
me: Well, it would be nice to see some friends I haven't seen in a while.
her: great! see you there.
So, I tell my wife that I'm thinking about going to the second party after all, that I want to hang out. She's says fine (actually, it wasn't that simple. We had a bit of a fight first over whether I was responsible for the kids even though it was her day, and whether she had to ask me first -- jackhole Sweet J quote: "Sure, I'll watch them on Saturday, but you need to ask me to do it." For the love of god, she couldn't bring herself to just ask nicely. But I digress.)
So we go to the first party. At nine or so, wife goes to the party with a girlfriend, and I take the kids home and get them set up in front of a movie in my room (sleepover in Dad's place!!), and head back out. The other party is nice. I'm into my third beer when I meet the meddling mom and her friend. The friend is about 40 or so, blond. From what I can tell by a very revealing dress, she's in what appears to be fantastic shape. Vivacious. Quite pretty. In the process of getting a divorce. And . . . after about a 10 minute conversation . . . appears to be a bit on the crazy side. Talks a little too much about herself. . . . A little strange. A little with the crazy eyes. Mentioned how she liked sex in my conversation with her. Also could tell from my conversation that she already knew a bit about me from her friend. So . . . . yeah.
I try to mingle. But of course, by my 4th beer or so, it was hard not to flirt a bit with her. Ended up stuck in a conversation a little too long for my taste. About 20 minutes in to my conversation with her, my wife comes up and says: "I'm going home." Uh, oh. So I excuse myself, and track her down (she was going to walk home). It's only a mile, but still. I tell her I'll drive home too, that I've had enough time at the party.
of course, she's furious with me. Just fuming. And extremely . . . agitated. Said the minute she saw the girl (crazy eyes) come in the party, she knew I wouldn't be able to resist talking/flirting with her (if she only knew about the attempted set-up by a woman shes FRIENDS with). And that she saw I was making googly eyes at her for 20 mintutes straight in the corner of a room at the party. And that . . . well she went on for a bit. At one point, she started crying. Oh good lord. I say that I'm sorry to have spent time giving attention to another woman at a party that she was also at, and that I shouldn't have done that (I really shouldn't), although I don't really think I was flirting (well, actually, I probably was. Dammit). Anyway, I apologize about 15 different ways, and we both head to separate corners and sleep it off. She had said that I could go back to the party if I wanted to, but I'm not stepping in that sh$t storm. Too bad, because the party was kinda fun.
We made up the next day pretty well. Apologized again, and so did she, for over-reacting.
I thought we were ok. And then a couple days later I was getting my box of crap together to send my GMTAN secret santa (over the last week or so, when I noticed something that would be good, I threw it in a box). I noticed that it was empty. I asked her about it, and she was like, "Oh, that thing? Yeah, I thought that was stuff you were getting rid of, so I donated it." (you mean the box with UNOPENED and still wrapped DVDs? And The CD I just got -- Micheal Bolton's Christmas, but still). Yeah, TOTAL accident.
Oh, and I got a text from the neighborhood friend: Crazy eyes is interested and wants me to call. She sent me her info. My friggen life. . . .