Well here's a bit of an update.
So I have a date lined up with a girl from the first party today. I'm not too interested in her because she doesn't look great (yes I'm picky). However, supposedly she's one of those Christian girls who goes to church a lot not because she's a religious nut necessarily, but she has a good sex drive. Eh, you can't turn down a good blowjob, huh?
I ended up talking with my ex about shit talking. She said she had said that I was "an angry person" but never told them anything of me being a player or man whore. It seems that girl just has been wooed many a time by sly words, which I was using. Anyway, we sat and talked for a while and I learned a lot. She didn't have sex with another person for preemptive reasons. I told her I didn't want to get an explanation why she slept with him, that I've accepted the fact that it has happened and have moved on.
So we walked back with my arm around her shoulder and was laughing about shit. We ended up fucking. The odd thing is I felt so ill emotions at all. I didn't think anything of who she had sex with. It certainly was more detached sex, but still good. We went out to eat after (no I don't pay) and talked about how we can only hang out as friends from now on. Turns out we're both glad with the free time we have now. I'm using my free time to do Penis Enlargement for at least 90 minutes everyday, she's using it to tan. Fair enough.
The odd thing was sex helped me "clarify" the situation. It was like everything fell into place for how it was. No, that guy never knew we had been together. Yes, it was her conscious decision. The thing that killed me was she told me she had been out of love with me since the summer. I thought she still loved me like I loved her, but she had already somewhat distanced herself. I wish she would've told me this more often (she told me at the beginning of the fall semester, but I quickly assumed she changed because of how much we were
hanging out and fucking). I told her that I'm looking for someone else, but I have no time frame. When I do find her though, I still want to be friends with her.
It seems she had a lot of remorse for what she did (or rather didn't SAY). The action she did (have sex with another guy) was fine in our open relationship rules, but the rule was we had to tell our partner right after we had sex with someone else. She didn't say out of fear of how I would react, which is natural, but I hope next time this happens with someone else she tells him.
As for the guy, I couldn't go to the party last night due to his fear. I ended up going at around 2ish though because he supposedly left. Turns out he was inside the house and we did cross eyes. I gave him a weird time of smile with "piercing" eyes and he didn't even bother talking with me. I'm not going to kill the guy, he was at little fault in this whole ordeal I realize. He'll probably never talk with me because he's so scared, but I'm fine with that.
So anyway I was just blazin and chillin in my wife beater + bathing suit + toga. Everytime I wear a wife beater to a party girls flock to me (have a very nice body now after lots of running plus lifting). I had the hottest girl at that party stop talking with a group of guys, come over, and introduce herself to me. Sadly there were mostly ugly girls at the party (poor turnout) so I'd say she was an 8 at best, not bad, but she seemed quite immature (like a little girl). We chilled for a bit. The group of guys were pissed though, and I did my best to disarm them. One of them was really drunk and was poking me constantly. I just sat there smiling, blowing STICKY in his face like it wasn't a damned thing. It's nice having a big physical body to intimidate others, he was clearly wanting to fight but wouldn't step up. I was high as shit, chuckling inside. Turns out this girl's friend (also hot but with another guy) came up and we started doing the whole "whispering" game with each other. The guy (her boyfriend perhaps) was getting ancy that she was paying attention to me, and the girl who introduced herself to me was wondering what the hell we were talking and whispering about (girls go crazy over that shit!). However, I was tired as fuck, it was almost 3. I peaced out, and went home to complete my 60 minutes of pumping for the day (hell yes I'm motivated).
All-in-all I'd say this week was one rollercoaster ride.