Last night, after dropping off my son to my ex wife, I decided to drop by at a friend's birthday party. I was feeling a bit down. Living a blue life and adjusting to the red one isn't always the easiest for me and I figured meeting some new women and spinning additional plates would get my mind back to where it was supposed to be.

When I arrived, I brought booze and proceeded to open up everyone that had a pulse when I ran into a former plate of mine. She was a FWB that got demoted to a plate when I broke frame and was subsequently ghosted. We work near each other that after I dropped her, she'd get drunk and text me rants about how I'm with another girl or how my friend's think she's a whore (she is).

However, things got super quiet and I was grateful. Seeing her there made me feel annoyed but I pushed past it and was civil. I greeted her with a hug and proceeded to move around and make my round. I did notice that she was tense and seemed uncomfortable but didn't pay too much attention to it as I had my eye on this hotter blond.

As the night progressed, I start talking to this guy that I'd refer hence forth as "The Hippie". "The Hippie" was older than me, less well kept and while he did professional kick boxing, he seemed in worse shape then me. He spent the entire night complaining about his broken hand and how he's unsure of what he's going to do since his dream of competitive fighting is in the shit because of it.

It was at that moment that I noticed the plate getting caressed by him. At first, I felt a sense of jealousy and confusion but I quickly regained my composure and went to grab another beer.

As the night progressed, I did my own thing but eventually The Hippie came over to continue his talk. While we were talking, he started to mention how my plate is a wonderful girl and he really liked her because of her integrity and drug free morals (I was with her when she scored some bad coke once and it took everything in me not to burst out laughing). He went on about how they met and how he's been seeing her for awhile now (around the time I started to vet a hotter chick my plate used to know) and how he likes her company.

I messaged my friend about this guy and felt really bad while at the same time kinda enjoying the humor of it all. Here The Hippie thought he'd found a sweet girl that had strong values. Meanwhile, less than 2 months ago, she was coke up getting a facial from me. I excused myself and decided that there was no point in showing him her nudes, messages, and wished him well and proceeded to plate this sexy blond girl.

By midnight, I was making good talk with this girl that I had just met and was moving along to 2nd base. Blond turned out to not be too interested but this equally hot brunette kept trying for my attention and I figured, I may as well see if I can escalate this to sex. She was pretty much on me the entire night but I couldn't overcome her LMR.

I called it a day, got her number, and made plans to meet up on Wed to check out her kitchen table in exchange for a free yoga class (turns out she's an instructor) when I started to say goodbye to everyone, lo and behold comes my plate, drunk off her ass. The Hippie was in the corner by himself talking about snowboarding and didn't notice the interaction.

  • Her: "You're ok?"
  • Me: "Yea, why wouldn't I be?"
  • Her: "I don't want this to be weird."
  • Me: "What's weird?"
  • Her: "Well, you hugged me weird."
  • Me: Laugh "Hugged you weird?"
  • Her: "Yea..."
  • Me: "Alright, let me fix that." I proceed to hug her and kiss her
  • Her: "We're good? It's not weird."
  • Me: "Good night."

And I just left.

I was slightly drunk and distracted and knew my game was seriously off but part of me felt like if I had pushed that interaction, I could've gone upstairs with my former plate and smashed her before sending her on her way to her bf. I really wanted to. She'd called me over less than a month ago to talk at midnight so I know that her 'values' weren't exactly iron clad. Another part of me felt sorry for The Hippie. He's a nice guy but fuck him. My rationale mind kicked in though and I decided that banging a fallen plate would just help re-enforce a scarcity mentality and give me midnight calls again.

TL;DR - Met plate at party with current smitten boyfriend. Almost smashed her decided not to. Went with hotter, less crazy option for next week.

I'm slightly hung over at work so this is a rant as much as it is a field report. Just had to share that gem.