I blew out a breath in boredom. I appreciated Monica for constantly including me in things so that I didn't stray back to my depressed state but watching her and George was enough to make me gag.
Fingers touching.
Back caressing.
Neck kisses.
I wanted that.
I hated it.
I'm so messed up.
The meet up group was a diverse bunch. About twelve participants came to the bowling alley. We had already gotten our shoes and picked out balls.
It was glow in the dark night. 90's music played over the speakers. With the videos playing on projectors.
We had two lanes. I chose the opposite lane of Monica to not be smothered in the lovey dovey affection. I had a team of five other players.
There were three guys, one female and a flamboyant trans that had us laughing at any opportunity presented. Well everyone else was laughing.
I was in a sulking mood.
I was sitting on a chair when one of the guys took a seat next to me.
I rolled my eyes here we go. There were three other seats across from me clearly empty I knew where this was going.
He leaned over and I continued to look straight disinterested.
"Excuse me?"
"No. "
His silence was laughable but I didn't care to see the reaction going with it.
"Hmm... someone drag you against your will here too. "
"Yep. "
"It wasn't Benjamin was it?"
"No. "
"Great, so I dont have to worry about you trying to sleep with me. "
I burst out laughing finally looking over.
He was white, with the clearest blue eyes I ever saw that were looking just over my shoulder toward the game. Sharp angular nose with pale lips. He had a full goatee, thick with a few silver hairs speckled throughout.
His boyish cut seemed to fit right in on his rugged face a few strands hovering over his eyebrow. His was big that was for sure. At least 6.7, broad shoulders and guns for arms.
Creeping above the T-shirt collar I could see he had a chest tattoo but it wasn't clear from my view what it was. Both arms were full sleeves of art.
One arm was full of gashes of realistic claw marks as if a creature tried to pull back the skin from his arm. The other had drawings of muscle with wiring and machinery as if he had a bionic arm.
He was attractive that was for sure but I wasn't shopping.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"Benjaman is hellbent on hooking me up with someone. I have learned four languages to tell him no. "
"And why would he be trying do that?"
"Apparently it's a part of being human to be with another person to be happy. "
"Let me guess Benjaman is happily married with three children living in a White House with a picket fence. "
His cheek indented as he grinned and his attractiveness factor shot up when I saw his dimples.
"He's actually divorced, twice. No kids and shares a brownstone with me. "
