A Tale of Two Bobs Part 2
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I was young and I was hammered, but I knew without a doubt what was going through their minds…
The two Bobs had switched places and I was now sharing the couch with Bob number two as Bob number two stared on. It didn’t take me long to realize that they had switched spots with more than practical seating arrangements in their minds. I could feel it in the air, the sexual tension was higher than it had been before Bob number one and I had gone into his bedroom, and now that we were back Bob number two wanted his turn.
It was comical, like being an alien witnessing for the first time how humans behave. It amused me that they thought themselves in control of what might happen next. it ceased to be amusing when the alcohol I had been drinking hit my head like a sack of bricks and I found myself standing alone in the kitchen wondering whether I would be able to make the walk home. If I was to avoid what could turn into a very bad moment, I had to leave right away. The sense of urgency that thought produced in me was pressing and immediate, I stumbled out of there barely saying goodbye.
The cold air woke me up and gave me just enough stamina to walk all the way home without stopping on the side of the road to puke my brains out. Eventually finding myself safe and warn in my bed, my mom asleep in the other room. I woke up the next day and making sense of what had happened the night before, I realized I had just had unprotected sex with a guy who could only be described as a dick.
I few months later, I was talking on the phone with Bob number two after getting out the tub, when he invited me over to his house. His cousin was visiting and the two of them were babysitting Bob number two’s little sister. The little sister was watching Empire Records upstairs with one of her friends when the three of us went downstairs. After doing a few shots of whatever liquor we had on hand, the cousin left the room, to join the kids upstairs. Before leaving the room he shut of one of the lights, which left Bob number two and I in the semi darkness.
Bob number two was the third person I ever had sex with, and there were more than a few similarities between this event and what happened between Bob number one and I. First, both guys were named Bob. Second, both times Black Sabbath’s We Sold Our Soul For Rock and Roll was playing in the background. Third, I was wearing the exact same clothes, down to the underwear and bra. I was ridding Bob number two, when with my head arched towards the ceiling, I saw his little sister and her friend peeking at us through the heating grate in the floor. Bob number one chose that exact moment to call. It somehow felt like fate, like a bad joke only I could understand.