DAY 1
It was a Friday night and one of my good girlfriends T invited me out to Scottsdale for a night of drinks, dancing, and good times. Problem: I don't drink. When I was in junior high I had one too many nights full of alcoholic beverages and I just got stupid. My freshman year in highschool, after I drank myself sick on what was becoming a regular basis, I decided to committ myself to a booze-free life.
And although this particular Friday night was supposed to be full of drinks, I knew I could participate just as much without having to drink- so I agreed to go. After all, how do you pass up an opportunity like Scottsdale clubbing? Especially when you're only 18 and none of your other friends are doing it. T had a fake I.D. for me, and all I had to do was show up.
T lived in Tempe, which is approximately 30 minutes from my house in Peoria. I took the long drive there and met her at her apartment. We went to the mall to kill some time, which is where the story begins.
Sitting outside of Starbucks, a few friends of T's from the apartment complex walked by (Enter D). We proceeded to invite them out with us that night, thinking the more the merrier.
Night time comes soon enough, and T and I are getting ourselves ready for the night. My boyfriend (whom I am still with) was working late, but when he got off I offered to drive all the way back to Peoria to pick him up to come out with us girls and our new friends. J (my boyfriend) also has a fake and is more than eager to party.
We all pile in my car, me assuming the responsibility of DD thanks to my straight edge lifestyle, and make our way to Old Town Scottsdale. We park, go to the club, and begin our night. I'll skip through all of the details, because it was just like any other night out at the bar and nothing special happened until the end of the night.
J went to pay his tab, and D made his move. D implies how fun it would be to hangout again and asks for my number. I, who had previously fantasized about cheating on J, unconsciously took the first step towards becoming unfaithful. Sadly, I don't get bent up out of shape about this. I am hypocritical. I go to church sporadically even though I call myself a devout Christian, pretend to read the Bible, I masturbate more than a 10 year-old schoolboy who has discovered his dad's secret stash of PlayBoy, and I won't speak to my Dad for cheating on my Mom 14 out of the 17 years of their marriage. Yet, I always contemplate the idea and the excitement I'd get out of being so devious and potentially heartbreaking by going behind my committed boyfriends' back with another lover. However, these thoughts did not cross my mind until a few days after the exchange.
The deed was done, and J was on his way back from the bar completely oblivious to the secret shared between D and me. J and I left Scottsdale, made our way back home, had sex, and fell asleep.
DAY 2
I woke up early the next day to go to work. I had forgotten about the new man I'd invited into my life with open arms and went about my day as usual. After getting to work, I get a text message from D and was reminded of our exchange, which ignited the idea of a possible opportunity to live-out my fantasies. How perfect it was! I wouldn't have to sneak around D and keep the fact I had a boyfriend secret so as to not deter him away from sleeping with me. He already knew! And J would never suspect because he'd shook hands with him and shared drinks! I was ecstatic. D informed me he'd come to watch me at work, and for the rest of the day this new man was on my mind.
After I got off, the first person who was of interest to me was D. We began texting for the rest of the night, and I was sure I'd sleep with him. He asked me to have dinner with him the next night and I willingly agreed. (Enter: lies)
I needed an alibi to feed J and it needed to be believable. I would need lots of alibis from then on, and I was more than happy to create them. I am a liar.
DAY 3
After bull-shitting J almost too easily, I prepared myself for the first of many devious nights. I wore the most innocent looking dress I could find in my wardrobe, dolled myself up, and headed out to dinner - towards my goal. I figured maintaining an innocent image in the eyes of D would help me to get what I wanted without running the risk he might leak about my infidelity. He would feel I was completely innocent, and that nothing that may or may not happen between us was in no way planned ahead of time.
Upon arriving to dinner, D met me outside. Either I hadn't seen the night before, or didn't pay attention, but D was incredibly handsome. Adrian Grenier look-alike, he was tall, dark, and handsome. He was muscular, sculpted, and had a head full of luscious, dark hair. I longed right then and there to see what was under his clothes. But I kept my composure, and our greeting was enthusiastic and familiar. During dinner I chatted his ear off, telling of my love for animals, my faith in my church, and my outstanding school record of a 4.08 GPA. I told him of my favorite books, explained that I didn't watch TV, described my love for music and my ability to play multiple instruments with an impressive amount of skill and perfection. I decided to be deep with him, and tell him things that most wouldn't share on a first "date." I went into detail of my health problems, which I may or may not have fabricated some details and exaggerated some truths, and told him how I would never give up. He was fond of my dislike for partying and my committment to an alcohol-free lifestyle. He was impressed at my intellect and ability to be charming, graceful, and trusting.
He had found his new obsession.
The night ended with a sweet good-bye and the promise to get together again soon. He was hooked on my young, naive image and he gobbled up every bit of it. He had bought it - and I was triumphant.
THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND
The stars kept aligning, straighter and straighter. J was going to the dunes to go quadding the whole weekend, leaving me alone with no one to answer to. Immediately I called my girlfriend T about a possible weekend in Scottsdale. She was more than happy to oblige, which then led me to informing D of my appearance on his side of town. He invited himself before I could take a breath. D and I would sleep together that night, and I was sure of it.
At this point in time, I was doing a bit of self-reflection. Why was I doing this? Well, honestly I didn't know yet. Wasn't I scared of jeopardizing my relationship with my boyfriend? Not at all, he wasn't going to find out. Was this just the beginning? Yes, it was - I knew that after I had slept with D that there would be more, so many more after him. I could make it work. I would cheat hard, hard and merciless, and that D was only the beginning.
