In the summer of 1996, I got a call from a group of girls I had not talked to really since 4 years earlier. I had gone to grade school and freshman year of high school with them. We were so close and I did not really realize it until later. They wanted to know if I wanted to go dancing with them in the city. I was a bit nervous about it. I was a costco jeans wearing, cowboy hat sporting, plumber. I agreed because I knew it would be a new adventure.
So, I went and then we went and went more and more. We were going into the city multiple nights a week. I had so much fun and we never even drank. It was something completely foreign to me and so awesome. A large factor in my enjoyment was how I was getting close to one of the girls. This one, I had had a crush on since 7th grade. Luz was so beautiful, graceful, and composed. She was very quiet never leading a conversation or offering a thought without prompting.
Night after night we got closer and then toward the end of the summer one night at what was The Edge, down on the peninsula, we finally acknowledged to each other our desire for the other. We along with two of the other girls left the club. I drove the jeep that belonged to the girl in the front passenger seat. The other two, Luz and Aralia sat in the back seat.
I was so exhausted. I would get up at 6:30 in the morning. Go work 10-12 hours. Go home and nap. And then get up and go into the city with these girls. So, I was quite focused on staying awake. I had to drive us from Redwood city to Sonoma and drop Aralia off in the city along the way.
Part of the way I noticed the girl in the front start to cry. She was clearly upset. There was a guy she was kind of seeing that was at the club that night so I thought it had something to do with him and I was not going to press her given our other company in the back seat.
So, we got to Aralia's house in the city and she got out. Luz got out with her and they chatted for a few minutes. While they were chatting I asked my crying friend why she was crying. She asked incredulously, "You didn't see them making out in the back seat?!" It all came together for me. See, Aralia is gay. My friend was apparently into her and Luz was making out with this girl in the back seat.
As it came together in my fatigued mind, I became so angry. Here was Luz who had a boyfriend, some guy named Butch, and she was leading me along, and now she was making out with some girl in the car with me just an hour after we had expressed our desire for each other.
Aralia came to the car and asked my crying friend in the front seat if she could get out and talk. When Luz got in the backseat again, she leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my arm between the seats. I pulled it away quickly and put both of my hands on the steering wheel. She did not bother me again that night but while driving home, the two of them started arguing and fighting over this chick.
A day or two later, Luz showed up at my house and asked me if she and I could still have something. I told her no. I told her I knew about her boyfriend and there she was making out with some girl when she had expressed her desire for me. I wanted no part of that. She left in tears.
I should have known this was just her nature. As I later found out when she and I were together, she cheated on all of her three other long term "committed" relationships. She cheated on Butch with Aralia and some random dude. She cheated on her boyfriend Josh with a couple they were friends with. She cheated on Johnny with her roommate, a dude named Mike. And she cheated on me, although I never found out who it was.
I was such an idiot. Why would I think I would be any different than the rest of her exes. She cheated on everyone.