One for the Team

“OC girl, you big breasted slut. I can NOT believe that you left Mr. Wonderful! He totally wanted to hook up with you. You have to get your ass back here now. I’m going to pay for the cab, and I’ll drive you to work in the morning. Get your ass back here now!”

I finally checked my messages this morning just after Beach Chic called for almost the 10th time since 2am. She was already at a bar at 6:45am, beginning all over again... although I am unsure if she ever really stopped.

I don’t know if something’s in the air, in the water or if the moon is in some precarious position… but it seems as though everyone I know is just broken up or “on a break” from their significant other.

Last night I took one such friend out and we met up with Beach Chic (who had been drowning her sorrows in various martini glasses throughout the day). Drinks were consumed, dancing in the middle of the bar commenced and drunk texting began…

Attempting to see if TM would come down (intentionally, and embarrassingly, I typed “cum” down… oh how funny OCG can occasionally think herself to be…) he opted for a night in, so Mr. Wonderful was drunkenly called by Beach Chic. “Whoo! Get down here!”

Mr. Wonderful arrived, we talked, we drank… slowing down on my consumption, I told him I had to drive home and couldn’t drink anymore. He told me I didn’t have to drive home… purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… he flirted, I flirted… I ran my hand up the back of his shirt and lingered my finger slowly down his spine… I then looked over, and some gross guy was trying to get all grab ass on my newly “on a break” friend. I immediately stopped what I was doing, went over and pulled his hand off of her. Sorry, but she doesn’t need to be touched by you, sir.

I can, and will be, the biggest cock-block between some gross guy and one of my friends. Please don’t get me wrong, I am all about having fun and hooking up… but A-of-all, she’s not single (just on a break – never ruin a good thing before its completely over), B-of-all she’s depressed, AND she’s drinking, making any bit of gross attention not seem as horrible to her.

She decided she had to go home, I agreed… but I couldn’t let her leave by herself. I went over to Mr. Wonderful and told him I had to follow her and make sure she got home safely. “You’ve got to be joking me,” he said to me… looking ever-so-hot.

“I have to, she’s my girl. I have to make sure she’s okay.”

“You are totally taking one for the team. I can't believe it.”

“Yes, yes I am. Neither can I.” Damn.

We left. Mr. Wonderful continued texting me almost the entire way home…

I ensured she got in bed okay, and I retired to mine… phone blowing up under my pillow through the morning.

This morning as I hit my snooze button for two hours (did I really think that I was going to go running this morning???) Beach Chic called, reminding me that I turned down an evening with Mr. Wonderful. I walked away from a chance to have my world (hopefully) rocked… She yelled at me for being my own cock-block.

I know… I know… there’s always tomorrow.