It was just a regular party with a bunch of friends- you know, the ones where you don't really expect to get laid, but it would be nice if it happened. I was one of the only girls there- the other was Janice, who was dating Kenny at the time. Then there was Tristan, and his best friend Mike, two of the goofiest guys I'd ever met. They're in their late twenties (I think Tristan might actually be having his thirtieth birthday next month.) And then there were some buddies of Mike and Tristan's from college.
Okay, so about Tristan. . . he is never what most people would call attractive. He has blond hair and blue eyes, average height and weight. I never would have given him a second thought. . . I mean, he's funny and cool to talk to, but he's just so damn goofy! And quite a bit on the immature side.
But, I first really started to notice Tristan when we were hanging out at a burger joint for lunch one day. We went with Mike and Kenny, and Janice was tagging along too. The three of them were laughing it up, talking about some movie they had seen.
Meanwhile, Tristan and I were having an in-depth conversation- not about anything in particular. But as I looked into Tristan's eyes, I found myself think how blue and beautiful they were. Then I noticed as I looked at his mouth, how full and kissable they seemed. It took a lot for me not to lean over the table in our booth and kiss him out of sheer impulse.
So, I began having quite a crush on Tristan. I never said anything to anyone about it- I was a little embarrassed. Besides, it seemed to me like I was just one of the guys to him, and he wouldn't even think about me as anything more.
Anyway, the party started off normally. They had thrown in the movie "Orgazmo" in the DVD player, and we all sat around and laughed our asses off. Eventually, the more we drank, inevitably, the more everyone got drunk. No one was really watching the movie anymore. Some people had gone out on the back patio to jump into the jacuzzi, and others were going into the kitchen to find more beer.
Somehow, Tristan and I ended up sitting alone on the couch in front of the TV. I was really drunk, having had about five beers and two shots of Jagermeister. I would say that Tristan was pretty wasted himself, considering that he was rambling on about something that I had honestly lost track of.
"I mean, I've only had sex with about. . . 7 people," I heard him say, and immediately my ears perked.
"Oh, yeah?" I said. "Who was the last, if you don't mind my asking?"
Tristan took a moment to think, and I laughed as he began counting on his fingers. At last, with a look of "Eureka!" on his face, he said, "Oh yeah! Do you remember that girl Rachel who used to hang out with us?"
I fucking hated Rachel. Mike had invited her to a couple of the parties we'd had, and I'd never liked her. She was a slut, and she didn't bother to hide it in the least. I knew for a fact that she had slept with Mike, and even Kenny, though I would never tell Janice. And now, Tristan. I tried to hide my disdain.
"Yeah, I remember her. Kind of."
"Yeah, she was the last girl I slept with. Honestly, I didn't like her at all, but I was drunk and she was coming on to me like crazy. So, who was the last person you slept with?"
My face immediately flushed. In all honesty, I had only slept with one guy. I had dated James for a little over five years, and we broke up about a year ago. I hadn't had sex since then.
"Um, the last guy I slept with was named James," I told him. I hadn't ever mentioned James to him before, and I didn't feel like getting into details now. Our relationship had been pretty rocky, though I had loved him a lot.
"James?" Tristan replied. "Okay, I give. Who is James?"
I sighed loudly. "James was my last boyfriend. We dated for about five years, and we broke up about a year ago."
Tristan stared at me in shock. His gaze was making me highly uncomfortable, so I looked away and laughed nervously.
"So, you haven't had sex in a year?" he asked.