I bellied up to the bar and ordered a beer and commenced watching Monday Night Football. I and the guy sitting next to me started discussing the game and the Saints' big road win over the Falcons. I had another beer or two and was enjoying the game and the football chat and really wasn't paying much attention to the time, but then at some point I realized that the 4th quarter was winding down and I still hadn't heard from Lacy, so I shoot her a text to see where she was. Crickets. The game ended, and most of the other patrons headed out. A few more minutes transpired, and it was down to just me and the bartender. I gave Lacy a call. No answer. At that point, my phone was nearing the 'low battery' stage, so I decided to head back towards my car so I could plug it in, figuring I would hear from Lacy any time now.
I got back to the car and plugged in and called Lacy again. No answer. I sat for a few minutes letting my phone charge and just killing time in the air conditioned car trying to decide what my next move was going to be. This was unlike her to not call me back or at least text me, particularly since we had plans which included me staying at her place, and honestly I was starting to get a little worried about her. I decided to make the block in the car and drive by the place where she had said they were going. It looked dead. I saw nobody inside and only 2 guys standing around the doorway, who I assumed were the bartenders. So I looped back around to Lacy's street and pulled back into my parking spot in front of her place.
The beers and waters from earlier had taken effect and I had to pee pretty bad. Not trying to get caught on camera peeing in the streets of New Orleans, or in someone's yard, I decided to just try the French doors, having remembered I hadn't locked them when we entered earlier. But first I had to figure out how to get over or around the gate. Fortunately it had enough slack in it that I was able to push it open far enough that I could squeeze through. I headed around back to the wrought iron staircase and made my way up to the balcony. From my vantage point, the place looked dark. I opened the French doors and stepped into the living room. I could see a faint glow coming from the bedroom and heard voices. The TV was on. The TV was not on when we had left earlier. I take a couple of steps down the hallway and I realized that the voices I heard were not coming from the TV. They were bedroom noises. You know, the kind you might hear when 2 occupants are in a bedroom doing what 2 occupants might do in a bedroom. I lean forward to look into the room and I see, thanks to light cast from the TV, Lacy's bare back as she was in the full mount position on top of a young man who appeared, at least at that moment, to be very not gay.
Narrator: Fellas. You know that feeling you get when the adrenaline first courses into your veins and your mouth does dry and you can hear your heartbeat in your eardrums? This was one of those moments
I took a step back into the hallway, my presence as of yet unknown to other parties in the apartment. I took a few seconds to collect myself and decide what the hell I was going to do here. Replaying it in my mind since then, there were SO many missed opportunities of things I could've done or said, but I guess I was a little rattled and off my game at the time. I yelled out Lacy's name from the hallway (as if I was looking for her), and I stepped into the doorway after a second or so. Lacy had bailed off to the side of the bed and was, I guess, on the floor hiding, as I never saw her face nor made eye contact with her. The dude was laying in the bed with a

look on his face. Nobody said a word. I know I was only standing there for a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I turned around and marched through the living room and slammed the French doors shut loudly behind me. I got back in my car and cranked the A/C up on high and took a few deep breaths and tried to compose myself. I was so ####### pissed off that I had tears welled up in my eyes, and I was trembling. Many thoughts cascaded through my mind over those next few minutes, but rational me knew I needed to calm down a little bit and not do anything stupid here.
It was around 1AM at that point, and now I had no place to stay. My boss had probably been asleep for hours, and the hotel was about 10 minutes away. After weighing my options, which were finding an all-night bar or sleeping in my car, either in front of Lacy's house or at some other random location in New Orleans, I decided that I need to just drive back to the hotel and call my boss to let me into the hotel room. Thankfully he answered and met me in the lobby and didn't ask too many questions. I didn't tell him what happened. I just told him my plans fell through. He's a bit of an #######, but he's a divorced single parent too, so he and I get along pretty well, and he was super cool about the whole situation.
The rest of the trip ended up going pretty well. Our vendor ended up treating us to dinner and drinks the following night and we took our time getting back home Wednesday and the boss just sent me on home when we got back to town.
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I still haven't heard a peep from Lacy. I guess I probably won't unless she some day grows a conscience. I still have no clue what she might have been thinking. Maybe she was drunk or high. I don't know. I guess I'll never get an answer to that. I just couldn't believe a human being would treat another human being that way. I was on the fence the rest of last week as to saying anything to her or not. Part of me wanted to not devote another second of time or ounce of energy towards her. The other part of me, though, felt like she needed to hear about herself; that she shouldn't get to treat somebody like that, completely undeservedly, and not have some sort of reckoning at least. I went back and forth on that for a day or so, and finally, Friday, I settled on sending her one last message, to say all the things I was thinking since everything had gone down.
My thoughts were exactly what someone replied above. It's not like were were dating exclusively. WHY THE DECEIT!? Completely unnecessary, and I have zero tolerance for it anymore. She could've just said "something came up" or made up a story of any kind and I would've bought it, because I had no reason not to at that point. Hell, I had even told her the week before "If anything comes up, my boss booked us a double room, so I can crash there if something comes up for you" so she had outs, but she at all points reassured me that her and my plan was a go. Maybe she does this every night. Maybe it was an old flame paying her a visit. Maybe she was trying to juggle 2 guys and got drunk/high and forgot about me. In hindsight, I suppose there was some divine intervention that I found out, or else it might've been sloppy seconds. At any rate, better to find out early on that someone is a ####ty person, I suppose, before too much more time/energy is invested in that direction. So at least I know that about her now. Next.
Oh, got a date with the hot doctor Thursday.