Miami Vices (Part 3) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Sorry it’s taking me such a long time to tell this story…I don’t mean to drag it out so much…as a matter of fact, I think I’ll shorten this considerably. Really, the gist of the whole thing is that I was a big ole slut. And BB was an even bigger slut. And we wallowed in our sluttiness all weekend. And some of it was great. Some of it made me feel attractive and funny and interesting and desirable. In a really bizarre way, I felt like I was bonding with BB to a certain degree. And some of it just made me feel shitty and especially low and like I’m really missing out on certain things in life and that I drink way, waaayyyy too much.

It also made me feel really, really sad about BB’s marriage situation. We did have a long, frank discussion about what was going on inside her marriage and the way she was dealing with it. And she knows that it’s so, so completely wrong and that something has to be done immediately. She’s finally admitted that she has to get divorced. That it’s not going to be resolved through counseling. The marriage has to end. She told me that she’s had numerous open and honest conversations with her husband and has even asked for a separation, and he’s in complete denial about everything. I even sat there while she called him and told him about all the fun we were having and all the guys were meeting. She took pictures with his camera. He’s the one who’s going to upload them and save them on his computer, all the while looking at his wife all cozied up with some other guy! And I swear, he won’t ask her about any of it!

I think she’s scared and sad and freaking out and this is her way of dealing with her issues…by escaping to the arms of other men. Lots of ‘em. I mean, you would not believe all of the guys she strings along. They call her all the time. On Saturday alone, while we were lying in bed reminiscing about the night before, no less than four guys called to talk to her…all guys she’s either slept with in the past or that she’s currently seeing on the side. And they live all over the country, too! It’s insane!! How does she even keep up with all of them?

Oh wow. So she just called me and left me a message. She sounded like shit and was speaking really softly. She was on the plane headed home from Miami because the conference was over (finally!). She said she woke up at about 3:00 this morning with the most raging UTI ever. How’s that for karma?

Oh, and just in case you read the previous entries and were wondering about what happened to Gentle Giant, I’ll just tell you this: he was a sweet, dear, beautiful person. And I could tell that he was trying to share part of himself with me (and not just in the bodily fluids kind of way, either!). He took me to his store and sure, we messed around in the back room and did all that seedy, dirty stuff. I can even picture it in my mind right now and it gives me a sexy little rush.

But I could tell that he was really trying to tell me about the person he really was. When we finally decided to call it a night, he walked me back to my hotel. They were already serving breakfast, and though I know we were a sight, I asked him to sit down and have breakfast with me. He was charming and sincere and told me all about his family and his life in Miami and he looked deep into my (now bloodshot) eyes and still wooed and cooed and made me feel sincerely liked.

I know, I KNOW! I live in a romantic fantasyland. And I like it that way. And it’s because of that fact that I’m not even going to get into Saturday night…..(at least not right now while I’m feeling all romantic and crap)…..but WOW!