Surprise Reunions

So like two years ago, I was involved with an alpha-male Ivy League grad who liked to wear my panties, be exposed to extreme verbal humiliation, and get fucked by guys. He was also completely in the closet about such things and only told me. So of course I felt special and then, like, fell for him, even though he was sort of an asshole. I mean, definitely an asshole, in many respects. He was just incredibly kinky and smart and let me say the most terrible, meanest things to him in the world and he took pictures of himself with my panties in his mouth. Panties which were covered in his cum. While he was wearing a wig. Needless to say, he kinked me the fuck out.

Then of course as these things go, he disappeared off the face of the earth, and I sat by the phone, gmail inbox, waiting for him. Then I heard from him. I heard excuses which I took as truth because I was being a stupid girl. Then he disappeared again. Reappeared. Excuses. And I punished him. Which was hot and sad. Then he disappeared again, didn't show up for a planned date. So I finally got the nerve to block him from my IM and my email. And he never called. And I got over it. Slowly but surely. Avoided the block where he worked walking to the subway each night but that was that. Pretty much. He started me on a certain path to kink and I valued him for that. But still--asshole.

Fast forward two years to my boyfriend's friend's birthday parry. Pizza joint. She says she has a few more people coming...

Who walks in but Disappearing Kinky Alpha Male.

HIs jaw drops when he sees me. Mine does too. He's a friend of her boyfriend's.

I grab my boyfriend and hiss: I fucking know that guy, I know that guy!

How? How? says Adam.

I dated him. Well, I kinked out with him! He disappeared! He's an asshole!

Ha, says Adam. That was bound to happen eventually.

What was bound to happen eventually? I say.

You running into some dude you... says Adam.

Ha. True that.

For the rest of the night, Kinky Alpha Male and I pretended not to know each other.

Through dinner and karaoke. Yup. So surreal. But what else could we do? He never told any of his friends about me. I wasn't about to out him to this big group of people. And whatever. So. Ha. Kind of amazing.

Me: 30 lbs lighter, in a miniskirt, with a hot and funny boyfriend.

Him: Fatter. Balder. With two bandaids on his hand and a look of defeat in his eyes.

Mmm. Defeat! Not the sexy kind but the kind that makes you feel good about getting over a boy you never thought you'd see again but then DO! It was kind of a gift!

Me: Elated. Relieved. In a good place.

Him: Who the f cares? I mean. Really. HA.