Rejection

Life is as manic and hectic as ever.  I have been neglecting Open Diary again, but last night’s events are well worth a lengthy, detailed entry.  Let me recap…

I don’t know if any of you remember me mentioning Jeff, so let me explain.  Just after moving to Nashville (four years ago next month), Jeff moved in on me.  He was a regular customer at Lonnie’s, the bar that I sang at several nights a week.  At the time I was engaged to Damon.  I already knew in the back of my mind that I wasn’t prepared to be a wife and that Damon was not the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  The lusty, passionate feelings that crept into my body when Jeff would glance my way or whisper something in my ear only reinforced that fact.  I realized that I was being unfair to both Damon and myself, and I ended our relationship.

Despite the hundreds of girls that warned me about him, I began dating, and soon sleeping with, Jeff.  I spent nearly every night at his house.  I spent time with his mother and his son.  I thought that, surely, with as much attention as he focused on me, he couldn’t possibly be seeing anyone else.  I thought that all of those other girls must just be jealous that someone else was finally able to tie him down.  I was young, ignorant, and naive.

As the next six months flew by, I discovered that Jeff was also seeing/sleeping with at least a handful of other women — two that I actually met and talked with face to face.  We compared notes and time lines, and we realized that as one of us was leaving his house, another was just a few minutes down the road about to pull into his drive.  We was shuffling us around like a rotating shift!  We all wisened up, and I ended all communication with him.  At least I wasn’t the only girl stupid enough to fall for his charming, smooth-talking ways.

Fast forward another six months.  I was no longer working for Lonnie.  By this time, I had moved on to Graham Central Station.  One night, while wandering around the club, checking out the crowd, a very cute stranger approached me.  He proceeded to describe to me some compromising photos that Jeff had shown him — photos that I didn’t know existed.  Imagine my humiliation.  Imagine my humiliation when a handful of other strangers told me of these photos over the next couple of months.

Until about a month ago, it had been at least two and a half years since I’d seen or spoken to Jeff.  He had moved away to Knoxville for a brief period but has since moved back.  Imagine my surprise when my phone begins to vibrate at 2:30 on a Wednesday afternoon as I sat quietly at my desk in my office.  Of course, I didn’t answer, but he left a message.  He explained that something had made him think of me, that he didn’t still have my number, but that he remembered it.  I never called him back.

A couple of weeks later, I was on a weekend trip back to Nashville to visit Tammy and Jeremy.  That Friday evening, he called again.  I didn’t answer, but I sent him a text message back letting him know that I was visiting with friends and that I’d call him later in the weekend.  On Saturday evening, Tammy, Jeremy, and I had stopped by James’s new apartment for the grand tour.  While there, Jeff called again.  This time I answered.  I didn’t have good reception on the 11th floor of the building, so I told him I’d take the elevator down and call him back. 

During our brief conversation, I explained that I no longer live in Nashville, and that I was visiting friends for the weekend.  Obviously, I didn’t want to spend an hour on the phone with him.  Before hanging up, he excitedly said, "Well, you’ve got my number, and I’ve got yours.  We’ll definitely talk again and catch up!"  Yeah, okay.  He tried to call again the next day.  I didn’t answer, and I never called him back.

Fast forward again to last week.  Thursday afternoon, my phone again begins to vibrate across my desk.  I didn’t answer.  Jeff left a message asking me to call him back.  Of course, I didn’t.  The next night, which was this past Friday night, my phone again rang as I sat at Chili’s enjoying happy hour with Lisa.  I didn’t answer, but I sent a text message back letting him know that I was out with a friend, that I couldn’t hear, and that I’d call him the next day.  He sent a message back stating that he’d be in town on business on Monday and asking if I’d like to go to dinner with him.  What?  Are you kidding me?  The vindictive wheels began to turn in my head.  I accepted his offer.

We decided to meet right after work.  I knew I’d picked a good outfit for dinner when four of my coworkers commented on how great my brown skirt was.  I brought my cosmetic bag to the office so I could freshen up before leaving for the day.  Jeff didn’t call until five till 5pm.  I would’ve flown off the handle if he’d stood me up — but he didn’t.  I wasn’t sure where we’d be meeting, and I suggested a parking lot central to the downtown area.  That way, we’d be able to walk to just about any destination.  Jeff instead suggested that we meet at his hotel.  I rolled my eyes as I realized exactly where this night was headed.

Jeff directed me over the phone to his hotel, and I parked my car.  He met me in the lobby.  I’ll be damned if he didn’t look better than he ever had.  I was hoping he had gotten fat or something, but alas, he had not.  Neither of us were particularly hungry yet, so we decided to sit in the hotel bar for a bit and first have some drinks.  Now, when I was dating Jeff years before, he completely intimidated me.  No other man had made me feel so nervous and shy, and no other man has since.  Last night was a different story.  I was certainly not quiet or timid in his presence, and I could tell he noticed the change.

After several drinks, we decided to have dinner at the Broad Street Grille within the Chattanoogan Hotel.  He ordered sea bass, I ordered scallops, and we both had another couple of glasses of wine.  The meal was wonderful.  Afterwards, he asked if I needed to go home right away or if I could stay for awhile.  He suggested that we go somewhere else, but casually mentioned that he first needed to email his boss.  His laptop was up in his room.  Are you kidding me?  I stopped at the bar to smoke a cigarette, we ordered a couple more drinks, and took them up with us.

Jeff sat at his computer for only a couple of seconds before taking off his shoes, turning on the television, and lying down on the bed.  Tammy had called me with some information about a short-notice gig, so I had to take her call.  As I sat on the bed talking to her, Jeff stepped out of the room for a moment.  I have no idea what he was doing.  By the time he walked back in, I was off the phone and sitting up against the headboard.  Jeff immediately walked over to the windo

w and closed the blackout shades.  Interesting.  He layed back down on the bed and asked, "Since you’re going to stay for awhile, why don’t you come over here and kiss me?"

I responded with, "Why should I?"

Oh, I kissed him alright.  And I undressed him.  Well, he partially undressed himself.  He kept trying to reach his hand up and unzip my skirt, but I continually slapped his hand away.  I pushed him down on the bed and bit and sucked all over his body.  I rubbed his hard cock as he lie there completely naked.  Then I leaned over and innocently whispered that I was "tired and going to go on home."  Within a matter of seconds, I had my shoes on, had grabbed my purse, and was out the door.

His face was priceless, and I laughed the entire way down the elevator and to my car.  I ended up spending the remainder of the evening with Bobby, a new guy I’ve been seeing — but I’ll have to tell you about him another day.

Cheers,
Felina