I don’t even know where to begin for this blog. There is just so much that happened in the last 48 hours or so. So a friend of mine decided to host a singles mixer event and I was supportive of it and agreed to co-host. I invited a bunch of my single friends and just pitched it as – come out for a casual drink. It was meant to be a casual, hang out by the bar area type deal.
I invited my single platonic guy friend, Raspberry, who brought two of his married friends to wing man him. I also invited my single elementary school friend – let’s call her Fashionista. Raspberry’s two wing men arrived after I did, and I was socializing with them. I teased about how they were allowed to come out to a singles event given they were married and about whether they are wearing their wedding rings. They said they find the wedding rings uncomfortable and don’t usually wear it.
My girlfriend, Fashionista and Raspberry arrive and now we’re starting to buy round after round of drinks. I told Fashionista that Raspberry’s friends were married, and I think she felt comfortable to have guys who were “safe” to talk to, no pressure. The two wing men start to really show an interest in Fashionista and it was almost like they were one-upping each other. In fact, the two wing men did that the entire night and did not even do any wing men activities.
So we had the two wing men, talking to Fashionista, the whole night. I did make my way around the event to meet some of the guys but I felt that I was pulled back to what I’m going to call the “entourage” now – which is Raspberry, Fashionista, and the two wing men. We head out to a club, and we continue drinking.
At the club I got hit on by two 24 year old guys, both cute. One of them was really muscular and was very physical. We kissed on the dance floor. It was exciting and he definitely wanted to take it all the way right away but I was not having that. Fashionista got hit on by a half Vietnamese, half French guy who was also hot. I introduced Raspberry to some girl at the club who was a friend of a friend’s who just so happen to be there celebrating her birthday. He bought her shots but it didn’t go anywhere.
We leave the club and head to a Vietnamese restaurant. Raspberry drives the entourage. The two wing men now are getting quite touchy with Fashionista. Wing man #1 kissed her on the head. I think wing man #2 was holding her hand. They are both married and I’ve met their wife! Everyone who drove had left their cars at the original bar that we met up at. So now we’re having Vietnamese food, and wing man #1 is looking clearly drunk and falling asleep. They joke about going to do karaoke afterwards, but it seemed more like a joke because it didn’t seem like wing man #1 could make it.
We end up at karaoke anyway, 30 minutes before last call. Wing man #1 finds a second wind. We order another bottle, and belched out a few tunes. Do we end the night here? No. They talk about going to my place to continue drinking because Fashionista left a bottle of whiskey at my place on another occasion.
We’re now at my place, and it’s now 4am. Wing man #1 is now done, and lying on my pull out couch. It’s safe to say that it wasn’t a good idea for anyone to be driving at this point and Raspberry suggested just crashing at my place. Problem was that I only have one double bed and one queen size pull-out couch. There were 3 guys and 2 girls. Not only that, but wing man #1 is now sleeping diagonally on the pull-out couch and wouldn’t move.
I found some large patio cushions that Raspberry turned into a make-shift bed for himself on the ground. The original plan was for the girls to take my bed (Fashionista and I), and the two wing men would take the pull-out couch. Wing man #1 refused to move over on the couch, so wing man #2 plops himself on my bed… then he made himself another make-shift bed that wasn’t very good so we felt bad for him and said that maybe all three of us can share my bed.
When wing man #2 gets into my bed, we quickly realize that there was definitely not enough room for both myself and Fashionista. We’re tired and so I take the other half of the bed, and Fashionista pushes wing man #1 aside on the pull-out couch – and he gladly made space. So at this point, Fashionista and I are both in bed with married men. And to make things worse, I know their wives. It was just a really terrible, and unnecessary situation that I think was pre-meditated by wing man #1 to get into bed with Fashionista.
Now, I hear giggling and whispering coming from the pull-out couch. Wing man #1 was making a move on Fashionista. Raspberry who was sleeping in the same room had had enough so he got up and just drove home. I later hear from Fashionista that wing man #1 was fully pulling all moves on her, but she refused and tried to sleep. Wing man #2 was behaving in my bed and we stayed on our respective sides of the bed.
8am, wing man #1 gets up and wake up his friend wing man #2. Seems like they snapped back into being married men, and decide they need to leave asap. They leave and Fashionista and I looked at each other like, “What the fuck just happened?”. That was fucked up! And as we just get into it, wing man #1 (the one making moves on Fashionista) knocks on the door saying he forgot his keys. He comes in looking at his pull-out couch area… and he’s not looking for his keys, but his WEDDING RING! Fashionista and him found his ring at the exact same time, she hands it to him and he leaves on what I can only describe as the true walk of shame.
Holy shit. So much of this was unnecessary. And in hindsight and with sober brains, Fashionista and I should have just taken my bed and forced the guys to figure out their situation whether that means sleeping on the uncomfortable ground or taking a cab somewhere else. I just feel uncomfortable that I’ve met their wives.
Actually, this entire experience made me feel like this type of infidelity must happen all the time. Nobody slept with anyone, but it could have happened, and lines were definitely crossed. I later hear from Raspberry that this happens all the time except the guys would normally end up going back to their respective homes. Even if that were the case, I’m not sure if that is okay. Anyway, more on how I feel about this in the next post. This is a lot to process.