Drama

So... Drama.... so named because he teaches it not because he provides it.

I'm not even completely sure how to start this story.   I was already physically involved with Deity when I arranged to meet Drama for a coffee / chat kind of date.   At the time, I wasn't ready to give up on casual involvement with someone, and I know Deity wasn't ready to be exclusive either.   Anyway, the timeline of the two men is intertwined.

Drama and I met for coffee / dessert on a late Sunday afternoon.  I dropped the children off with their dad, then met him at the arranged place.  I was a little late, he was a little early- but at least he waited.   He was nervous, and it showed in the variety of dramatic accents he adopted as he told stories from his life.   New Yorker,  Brit,  snobby Frenchman,  irate Jewess.... it was amusing.   Eventually, he settled down, and we told each other the stories of how we came to be married, then depressed, then separated.   We laughed about the "distance-o-meter" of first dates.... if you sit across the table from your date - no way will you be kissing at the end of the night,  and also about the different expectations for personal space in America and the rest of the world.  The restaurant was closing - so we went across the street to a place where we could have a drink.  By this time in the evening - we were flirting with each other a lot. We had an easy rapport, and vocabularies that lend themselves to innuendo.   He got up to use the bathroom,  and I checked my messages, because my phone had beeped. 

There were two texts from Deity.... one wondering if he could come over since his daughters were both gone for the night,  the second saying that he was in my driveway.  (!)   It's fair to say that had Deity not come over that night.... I'd have done more than make out with Drama in front of my van parked on the street in front of the restaurant.    Drama is a fantastic kisser.

Thus concludes Part 1 of the story of Drama.