Chapter 3: Revelation

This story is not chronologically-aligned with the other stories. This story is recent and I thought I'd share it, since it snapped me out of my "Jerkdom" bubble and back to the real world. 

I am back in our beloved Middle East for a job offer that made it worth my while (even though I never wanted to end up here, but I did anyways), and I am living alone because let's face it; I would rather jerk off with sandpaper than stay with any relative I have there (despite their excessive pleas for me to stay with them). 

One afternoon, I am hanging out watching TV, and I get a call from one of my booty calls and for the sake of this story, we'll call her "Ms Booty Call". She is a mid-twenties corporate slave with one of those bodies that get you instantly physically aroused; brunette,slim, tall with an awesome rack. The reason I really liked Ms Booty Call is that she was straight-forward. She made it clear that our relationship was purely physical and that she didn't need anything more than that, so I've agreed (which one of you would say no to that, especially considering how hot she is). I've managed to keep our relationship going for months, until that day when she called.

Ms Booty Call: Hey, are you home?

JC: Yes.

Ms Booty Call: What are you doing? Are you busy?

JC: Nah, just came from work and not going out for a couple of hours to meet some people.

Ms Booty Call: Can I come over? My family is setting me up on a blind date and I am kind of stressed and needed some stress-reliever. 

JC: Yes, sure. Bring something to drink with you because I am all out.

Thirty minutes later, she's knocking on my door with the drinks and that seductive look on her face. She walks in, looks around and goes

Ms Booty Call: What are you doing?

JC: Watching a show.

Ms Booty Call: What kind of show?

JC: A TV show.

Ms Booty Call: Hmmmmm.

I absolutely knew what was behind this conversation and what that Hmm means, and by the time I looked around she was already on top of me. Ms Booty Call was one of a few booty calls I've had at the time, and she was honestly one of my favorites. We get it on and after we're done, she gets dressed and takes off to go to her blind date. 

I went back to my couch to watch TV, because I didn't need to be out for another couple of hours, so I thought I'd kick back and have a drink while I watch the show I had to TiVo, because of her surprise visit. I am sipping on my drink, and I am thinking: The poor bastard would be all nice and polite to her and would have no idea that she was in bed with another dude an hour before. And then it hit me: What if she does the same to me? What if this was done to me by other girls (and given the amount of girls I went on dates with, I won't be surprised). It must have had happened to me, at least once. I am JC. I am THE jerk of all jerks. I don't get played. 

I sat there for a couple of hours thinking about that, and I've decided to meet with the guys. I explained what happened and they started laughing at me.

Friend: What the hell? Why is this getting to you?

JC: Because I don't get played. 

Friend: You know that it's quite possible that there's at least a female version of you, and I am sure there hundreds of them

JC: HOW THE FUCK IS THAT POSSIBLE? (I am not making any sense at that point)

Friend: Haven't you done the same thing before? Been with a girl in the morning and another later the same day? 

JC: YES, SO?

Friend: Well, if you've done it, then what is the problem if other girls do it?

JC: BECAUSE I DON'T GET PLAYED, YOU FUCKIN' DOUCHE!

Friend: You weren't played. You are not exclusive with this girl.

As you can see, I was not making any sense to them. And my cocky side refuses to admit that it's in the realm of possibilities that any of the girls I get with can actually do that, let alone do it to me. 

I've spent weeks talking to close female friends to try to understand how the hell was it possible for this to happen to me. And there was the dumb ones and the air-headed ones with their dumb-ass comments. 

Only one smart friend made sense to me:

Friend: Sweetheart, it is possible for this to happen. And it's always the girls who never give away any slutty vibe that are the ones juggling more than a couple of guys at the same time.

JC: But I am awesome in bed.

Friend: And so are other guys, honey. You should make peace with the fact that there are other guys who are good in the sack as you are. It happens. 

I honestly don't think I was ever the same after that. After being the player, I felt that I was suddenly the playee and it was NOT fun. I obsessed with this issue for an entire night, and it didn't end up very well.

Fellas, no matter how good are you, you've been played (at one point or another). Accept it as a fact and move the fuck on. That's what I've done, but I've never been the same since.

JC

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