It Might Get Ugly with Lovely in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

The e-mails have been flying all week. Three-ways. Between Lovely L., Scott and me. They range from one-liners and quick hellos to tales of getting pulled over by the cops for speeding while masturbating (uh….this actually happened to Lovely this week…long story!).

Scott has been sending some notes to me exclusively as well. Telling me that he dreamed about me the night before or just seeing how I’m doing throughout the day. Very sweet and thoughtful. But he’s also been sending little hints regarding Lovely’s and my not-so-subtle two-on-one comments on Sunday night.

So yesterday, as I was trying to tie up loose ends around here (and dodge Mr. Peepers’ barbs), Lovely sent a note about happy hour and if I’d like to join her. In a separate e-mail, Scott sent a note saying that he was going to go have a beer somewhere. I replied to both, asking where each was going, but missed them both.

I decided to call Lovely, since I didn’t want Scott to think that I was in pursuit. Lovely told me she was meeting some work friends at a bar that’s on my way home. Perfect. I’d just go there for a little while, say hello, have a drink, and split. That way I could call it an early night.

No sooner did I get there and say hello and have a drink shoved into my hand, when Scott walks through the door! Turns out, he was at a different bar and Lovely called him en route to tell him where we were gonna be. It took me off guard. Oh, did he look cute. Unfortunately, I was feeling like I had the look of after-work grime. I guess Scott didn’t seem to care (or notice, for that matter).

After we all said our hellos and made the rounds with everyone, Scott wandered over next to me and remained by my side the rest of the evening. We talked and talked. He is a beautiful boy. And he’s trying soooooo hard. It’s been a long, long time since someone’s made so much effort, and I’m not used to it. I really just thought he was trying to warm me up to the idea of our little three-way tryst.

Not so! Scott is trying to court me! And me alone!

Of course, I asked, “But what about Lovely L.? What about the hints of some lovin’ from us both? What about her feelings? I think she likes you too. What are we going to do about this?”

And Scott looked me right in the eye and said, “Look. What guy wouldn’t want you and Lovely at the same time? I mean, the thought is just incredible. Sure, I’d LOVE to do it. But I don’t want our friendship to get all screwy. So here’s the deal. I’m taking you out. That’s just the way it is. And if that means that we have to be quiet about it for a little while, then that’s fine. Lovely and I have been next-door-neighbors for a couple of years now. And yes, we did have some sort of feelings for each other a while back. But Lovely is the next-door-neighbor who brings her 6-year-old daughter over from time to time to swim in the pool. And that’s really who Lovely is to me. You, on the other hand, are someone I’d like to start dating. I think you’re funny and beautiful and a good person. And I like you. If given the choice of Lovely, you, or both of you at the same time, I’d choose you. I want to see YOU.”

[gulp]

But now I’m all worried because Scott and I talked for a long time after that while Lovely sat across the patio and talked to other people. Hopefully, she was oblivious to what was happening with Scott and me. But we all just kinda up and left at the same time without really saying goodbye. And of course, I was all freaked out by the whole ordeal.

Scott wasn’t too phased. He walked me to my car where we stood in the parking lot for what must’ve been an hour just kissing. And kissing. And kissing. And he’s so sweet and …..cute…..just darling. I can tell he doesn’t like the “cute” thing. So I have to make a conscious effort not to tell him how cute I think he is, and instead use the whole “handsome” phrasing. I can tell he likes that a lot better.

I’m sure he gets the cute thing all day long. Because look….rosy cheeks, beautiful blue eyes, sandy-ish hair, small-ish nose (that I would die to have), perfect smile (except for one tiny chip on his front tooth that I can relate to—beer bottle incident!), always smiling, the softest, most gorgeous skin I think I’ve ever seen on an adult. It’s just like a baby’s. About my height (5’9” or 5’ 10”). Just the perfect amount of muscle mixed with barely-there baby fat. Quiet, upstate NY accent that sounds more Canadian than New York. We’re talking one of the cutest guys—ever. I don’t know how else to describe him.

So we said our goodbyes and kissed a little more, and Scott said he’d talk to me today.

And the e-mails started first thing this morning with a, “Hi, beautiful.”

And I’m feeling a mixture of gooey melting sensation and a whole lot of uncertainty about what I should do about Lovely.

Do I go out with Scott? Do we keep it secret? Could this cost me our friendship? Or do we all just wind up in one big naked heap on Lovely’s living room floor?