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The Hug Life Chronicles: :( (3 Viewers)

worrierking said:
I am guessing it starts with an R and has a mid major university in it.
Ha!  That is exactly what I thought earlier.  Terry Bradshaw might have made some sweet love there.

 
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Ruston................Roma Italian Bistro.

Not a big fan of Johnnies.  Went there a couple of times when son was playing ball vs. La. Tech.

Never forget waiting for my wife to get a pedicure/manicure on a Saturday morning before the afternoon game in the "wrong" part of Ruston.  Sweated like a pig in the car that day wondering if I'd make it out alive.  Wife is not in charge of that any more.

Good luck NRJ.

 
NRJ graduated from hugging to raw dogging in like no time.  At the pace he's going--Wilt Chamberlain will be looking up to him in a couple weeks.   
Either that or maybe the whole Marisa saga was schtick and he really had her bent over the picket fence every night of the week and 6 times on Sunday while telling us mild-mannered tales of woo

 
Now for the other fork in the story… This picks back up at the conclusion of Chapter 4. And forgive me if these thoughts are somewhat scattered on this one. This is my friend. And some of this hurts me to say, but it’s the truth.

After hearing the noise of the door opening, I promptly forgot that bit of commotion and fell back asleep. Stacy was still asleep as well. I woke up a little while later and had to hit the head, so I go and take care of my business and decide I better check on Kate and make sure she is alive. Her bedroom door is pushed to, but slightly ajar.  I push the door open and from across the room, I observe the back of a very distinguishable bald and scarred head face down, under the covers, on top of a very distinguishable head of blonde hair. Now I didn’t KNOW for sure at that point that Dave, a seemingly very married individual, was railing one of my good friends, who happened to be good friends with Dave’s wife MJ. I didn’t know that. Maybe they were just kissing. Maybe they were just sleeping with aggressive restlessness in close proximity to one another. It didn’t look like or sound like the sechs was happening from what I could see of them at that time, so I didn’t want to presume. This is fine! This is all fine! I quickly and quietly backed out of the room, undetected by the pair, and slink back down the hallway. Stacy was stirring when I got back to the couch and looked up as I approached. I think my face, probably something like :shock:  at that point, probably gave away the fact that something was clearly wrong. Stacy says “what is it? What’s wrong??” and I say “It’s Dave. She ####### brought Dave here.” And I don’t think it registered to her what I meant just yet. That is, until a few moments later when we hear, coming from down the hall, some quiet moans and squeaking mattress noises. THIS IS FINE!! I’m sure they’re just playing mattress trampoline!!!! :wall:  

Stacy and I look at each other. :eek: :shock: and I whisperyell “WHAT THE ####?!?” :wall: This #### is bad. This #### is really bad. 

We sat there in stunned silence for a few seconds. I didn’t know what to say.  I just know that I wished that I hadn’t seen or heard any of what had just taken place.

Stacy dozed back off and I tried to but I just couldn’t sleep after that. She woke up around 10AM and we talk quietly for a few minutes and then I grab my stuff, left Kate’s key on the table, and we head out.

Kate texts me about 2 hours later and says something to the effect of “Hey, I am having some pretty big gaps in my memory from last night and trying to piece some things together, but hope you had a good time!”  Bull####. I knew right away she was fishing to see what I knew and if I was going to say anything. 

I didn’t reply to her until Tuesday. I was busy the rest of Sunday with my kids and also running on about 30 minutes of sleep, but I was also pissed, hurt, and a quite honestly a little disgusted with Kate’s behavior, for the entire night, not just the Dave situation.  I know she knew I knew that something was up, because she and I text pretty much daily, and I never go without replying. I told her I was sorry that I hadn’t responded but I had a lot to say and I needed to talk to her, either a phone call or in person.  She said OK and she knew that I must have been upset about something she did, and that she was trying to piece things together. :rolleyes:  

We both had stuff going on the rest of that week and I was ahem busy last weekend, so we didn’t get to talk until this week.

It went about as I expected. I basically recapped the entire night for her (a lot of which was a surprise to her), and told her she was off the rails Saturday night, and that I was worried about her drinking. I know more than what was told here, but let’s just say I’ve had my suspicions that she might be a borderline alcoholic, but seeing her in action and seeing her reaction to me talking to her about it, pretty much confirms it for me.  She claimed that she was “good” and that that night was just a fluke because she had had 3 Red Bulls, and that she doesn’t get that bad drunk any more (regularly), and that it was just a bad decision that night.  
 

I then brought up the Dave situation, not because I had much to say about it (not much that could be said at that point), but because I wanted her to know for certain that I knew what the hell was going on. She didn’t have a whole lot to say about it either. I could tell she was a little ashamed, yet she still tried to make a couple of excuses and somewhat legitimize her terrible decision making. I said “what happens when this #### blows up? Because it WILL, it’s just a matter of WHEN.” She says “I will not admit this to anyone other than you. I will lie if I am accused.” :wall: :rant:  

By the end of the conversation she’s starting to slur her speech. Yep, she’s drunk. :wall:  She says she’s got to go to sleep, and we had been on the phone for probably 2 hours at that point. 

She texts me the next morning and says “did I fall asleep talking to you? I don’t remember the end of the conversation”  which really pissed me off, considering I had taken 2 hours of my life to try and express genuine concern for her well-being, and we exchanged a few heated words over text. Things calm, she apologizes, and I call her again that night and recap the end of the conversation, and she’s not drunk but drinking a little (as always). But she was much more coherent, and even sounded a little remorseful. She apologized for her behavior, for her bad decisions, and said that she really appreciated the concern but reiterated that she was fine.

I don’t know what happens from here. I am guessing that:  she will keep drinking; she and Dave will probably continue to play mattress trampoline and pretend to their entire circle of friends, including MJ, that nothing is going on; she will deny any wrongdoing and shrug off any responsibility.

She’s still my friend, but it just really made me look at her in a whole different light. And not a good one.  I don’t have a good poker face in situations like this. I honestly don’t know how I will act next time I am around her.

Sorry for the depressing update.

 
Also, I thought MJ threw all of his #### out of the house.  Didn't take?

Also also, your title change makes it seem like you're ####ing Kate.

Which is great click bait, if that's what you're going for.

 
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Now for the other fork in the story… This picks back up at the conclusion of Chapter 4. And forgive me if these thoughts are somewhat scattered on this one. This is my friend. And some of this hurts me to say, but it’s the truth.

After hearing the noise of the door opening, I promptly forgot that bit of commotion and fell back asleep. Stacy was still asleep as well. I woke up a little while later and had to hit the head, so I go and take care of my business and decide I better check on Kate and make sure she is alive. Her bedroom door is pushed to, but slightly ajar.  I push the door open and from across the room, I observe the back of a very distinguishable bald and scarred head face down, under the covers, on top of a very distinguishable head of blonde hair. Now I didn’t KNOW for sure at that point that Dave, a seemingly very married individual, was railing one of my good friends, who happened to be good friends with Dave’s wife MJ. I didn’t know that. Maybe they were just kissing. Maybe they were just sleeping with aggressive restlessness in close proximity to one another. It didn’t look like or sound like the sechs was happening from what I could see of them at that time, so I didn’t want to presume. This is fine! This is all fine! I quickly and quietly backed out of the room, undetected by the pair, and slink back down the hallway. Stacy was stirring when I got back to the couch and looked up as I approached. I think my face, probably something like :shock:  at that point, probably gave away the fact that something was clearly wrong. Stacy says “what is it? What’s wrong??” and I say “It’s Dave. She ####### brought Dave here.” And I don’t think it registered to her what I meant just yet. That is, until a few moments later when we hear, coming from down the hall, some quiet moans and squeaking mattress noises. THIS IS FINE!! I’m sure they’re just playing mattress trampoline!!!! :wall:  

Stacy and I look at each other. :eek: :shock: and I whisperyell “WHAT THE ####?!?” :wall: This #### is bad. This #### is really bad. 

We sat there in stunned silence for a few seconds. I didn’t know what to say.  I just know that I wished that I hadn’t seen or heard any of what had just taken place.

Stacy dozed back off and I tried to but I just couldn’t sleep after that. She woke up around 10AM and we talk quietly for a few minutes and then I grab my stuff, left Kate’s key on the table, and we head out.

Kate texts me about 2 hours later and says something to the effect of “Hey, I am having some pretty big gaps in my memory from last night and trying to piece some things together, but hope you had a good time!”  Bull####. I knew right away she was fishing to see what I knew and if I was going to say anything. 

I didn’t reply to her until Tuesday. I was busy the rest of Sunday with my kids and also running on about 30 minutes of sleep, but I was also pissed, hurt, and a quite honestly a little disgusted with Kate’s behavior, for the entire night, not just the Dave situation.  I know she knew I knew that something was up, because she and I text pretty much daily, and I never go without replying. I told her I was sorry that I hadn’t responded but I had a lot to say and I needed to talk to her, either a phone call or in person.  She said OK and she knew that I must have been upset about something she did, and that she was trying to piece things together. :rolleyes:  

We both had stuff going on the rest of that week and I was ahem busy last weekend, so we didn’t get to talk until this week.

It went about as I expected. I basically recapped the entire night for her (a lot of which was a surprise to her), and told her she was off the rails Saturday night, and that I was worried about her drinking. I know more than what was told here, but let’s just say I’ve had my suspicions that she might be a borderline alcoholic, but seeing her in action and seeing her reaction to me talking to her about it, pretty much confirms it for me.  She claimed that she was “good” and that that night was just a fluke because she had had 3 Red Bulls, and that she doesn’t get that bad drunk any more (regularly), and that it was just a bad decision that night.  
 

I then brought up the Dave situation, not because I had much to say about it (not much that could be said at that point), but because I wanted her to know for certain that I knew what the hell was going on. She didn’t have a whole lot to say about it either. I could tell she was a little ashamed, yet she still tried to make a couple of excuses and somewhat legitimize her terrible decision making. I said “what happens when this #### blows up? Because it WILL, it’s just a matter of WHEN.” She says “I will not admit this to anyone other than you. I will lie if I am accused.” :wall: :rant:  

By the end of the conversation she’s starting to slur her speech. Yep, she’s drunk. :wall:  She says she’s got to go to sleep, and we had been on the phone for probably 2 hours at that point. 

She texts me the next morning and says “did I fall asleep talking to you? I don’t remember the end of the conversation”  which really pissed me off, considering I had taken 2 hours of my life to try and express genuine concern for her well-being, and we exchanged a few heated words over text. Things calm, she apologizes, and I call her again that night and recap the end of the conversation, and she’s not drunk but drinking a little (as always). But she was much more coherent, and even sounded a little remorseful. She apologized for her behavior, for her bad decisions, and said that she really appreciated the concern but reiterated that she was fine.

I don’t know what happens from here. I am guessing that:  she will keep drinking; she and Dave will probably continue to play mattress trampoline and pretend to their entire circle of friends, including MJ, that nothing is going on; she will deny any wrongdoing and shrug off any responsibility.

She’s still my friend, but it just really made me look at her in a whole different light. And not a good one.  I don’t have a good poker face in situations like this. I honestly don’t know how I will act next time I am around her.

Sorry for the depressing update.
I think I'm in love with Kate.

 
Also, I thought MJ threw all of his #### out of the house.  Didn't take?

Also also, your title change makes it seem like you're ####ing Kate.

Which is great click bait, if that's what you're going for.
She did. I am not sure what is going on between MJ and Dave at this point. I am assuming she let him back in and let him hang his clothes back up after they dried out. 

There were too many letters for me to be ####### Kate, but I added a comma, just for you. ;)  

 
Haven't you only known Kate for a year or so?  And from tinder?  Whotf cares
True enough, that is when (last April) and how we met. What can I say? We bonded. We've been good friends during that time. It doesn't always take a long period of time to bond and become close with someone. :shrug:  

 
True enough, that is when (last April) and how we met. What can I say? We bonded. We've been good friends during that time. It doesn't always take a long period of time to bond and become close with someone. :shrug:  
She sounds toxic. What positive element does she contribute to your life? I wouldn't want to be around, or my family to be around, someone that I don't respect.

 
Nathan R. Jessep said:
:lol:  no sexting, but there have been some mutual expressions of fond recollections from last week's festivities :brush:  

Oh, and she's coming to visit tomorrow. 
Will the little Colonel be engaging in some close order drill?  If you don't practice the Manual of arms you can get rusty.  Why some even drop their weapon right there at their feet.

 
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