A month or so ago I was at a party with a group of friends. Shaun never really comes to these sorts of parties. He gets tired pretty early and takes himself home. He’s generally in bed around midnight. I call him some time the following afternoon and ask him to come and pick me up. It works well for us. If he made me go home I’d be frustrated and annoying, if I made him stay he’d get tired and grumpy.
Trust obviously plays a big part in this arrangement. There is no way Shaun would feel comfortable leaving me out to do what I want if he didn’t trust me. The only rule is that I text him and let him know where I’m going. I generally do. And I never go anywhere without a friend.
So anyway, the party last month was great fun. Until a friend of Shaun’s crossed a line and tried to kiss me in the bathroom. I declined of course, but he wasn’t very happy about that. I ended up leaving that house with bruises from his fingers on my biceps. I decided never to tell Shaun about it.
I talked to my girlfriends though. They were pretty shocked. I swore them to secrecy. Their approach is to have a united front and just ignore him when they see him. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I don’t have a huge issue with what happened. I accept that people make mistakes sometimes. My two main concerns about it are the fact that he showed such disrespect to Shaun and that if it wasn’t me, but instead a girl that was weaker or didn’t know him, things may have gotten dirty.
Now that some time has passed I feel quite sad about it. I know that sort of thing goes on all the time, I’ve just never seen it first hand. The guy in question isn’t even single himself.
Disclaimer: If you know me, don’t ask me who it was – I won’t tell you.