Almost Getting Caught

Almost Getting Caught

It was the last day of classes during the fall semester of my senior year. After spending about 10 hours at Conors, the local bar, my good friend and boytoy Reed and I decided it was about time to go home. The only problem was that George, my ex-boyfriend, was supposed to be sleeping over because he needed to give me a ride somewhere in the morning (use them until you lose them!). Thinking I was covering my bases, I sent George a text telling him I was planning on staying out a little later than planned and I would let him know when he should come over. I received no response but didn’t think much of it, I was drunk and with Reed and what did George really matter? (Aside from the fact that George hated when I hung out with Reed and told me he would never speak to me again if he found out we were sleeping together).
Well, I probably should have thought about it a little more. After some hot, drunk, amazing sex with Reed, my phone rang – George. Okay, no big deal, I thought. Yes, I’m lying in bed, naked and sweaty, next to Reed and George was going to be sleeping in it soon but hey, whatever. Except it was a bigger deal than I thought, because George was DOWNSTAIRS. Thinking as quickly as my drunk mind would let me, I told George I was still at the bar, I had sent him a text earlier. Apparently he hadn’t received the text (of course). I decided to tell him I wasn’t feeling that great and would he go to Dunkin Donuts and get me tea? I know I can be illogical sometimes but really, who would ever want tea at 1am after 10 hours of drinking? Luckily, most men aren’t that smart and George left to go get me tea. I proceeded to run back into my room and throw Reedy out as quickly as possible and jump in the shower to wash his scent off of me.
To this day I don’t think George has any idea about my antics that night. Even funnier though was that Reed was actually angry that I threw him out and had George come over. It was the classic double standard. You can be dating another girl while sleeping with me on a regular basis but I can’t have my ex sleep over so I can use him for a ride somewhere in the morning?


The George/Reed saga continued for a while after that night. A couple of weeks later, George gave me a pair of Tiffany’s earrings for Christmas. I turned around and wore them, all the way into Reedy’s bed where one fell off. Luckily, I got the earring back, only to make a similar mistake a few days later.
It was a Friday night and the three musketeers, Jo, Reed and I headed out for a night on the town. We started early, basically as soon as we got out of work, with a bottle of wine – what else was new? Then we headed to Boylston Street where we stumbled upon a Vanity Fair party at Whiskey’s. The drinking continued, an underwear flinging contest ensued, I accidentally left Jojo’s jacket at the bar and picked up another, larger one, complete with a hood (which she still has to this day), and on to the next bar we went.
The next bar had to be Hennessey’s of course. We had been drinking for hours by that point (driving around in Reedy’s car nonetheless) by the time we got there for some dancing. I don’t remember much but the pictures from that night are priceless. My eyes are almost completely closed in most of them and Reed’s mouth is all over my mouth and face. Staying classy of course. Then there is one picture where if you look close enough, you can see that I am only wearing one silver Tiffany’s hoop earring.
I of course didn’t notice this until returning home from the bar and, in my drunken state, felt that it was basically the end of the world. I had JUST lost my earring in Reed’s bed and now I had lost it at a bar while out drinking and making out with the same forbidden friend? Through my drunken tears, I managed to call George and leave him a few ridiculous voicemails as if it was literally the end of the world.
A few days later, we went to Tiffany’s and they gave me a new pair of earrings. I decided not to wear them around Reed for a while.

My George and Reed stories were far from over..