The Devil Made Me Do It

I forgot I left you all hanging! Over the weekend I attended a glorious Purim party and of course how could I not share the juicy details? As I mentioned in a previous blog, it was time to dust off the old Halloween Red Riding Hood costume and go venture out into a celebration that would be full of liquor, laughter, music, costumes, and much happiness and glee. I invited Jesse to come, I figured since we've been getting along so well it wouldn't be an issue. He was excited, he'd never been to a Purim party since he pretty much isn't Jewish. He dresses up as James Dean, or shall I say he dressed down. His supposed costume consisting of sunglasses and leather jacket, makes him look like any other guy that rides a motorcycle. I hadn't mentioned to anyone that I may be dating someone, so if people had questions, I might just have answers.

We arrive at the party, a nice restaurant called Andrea's, decorated and catered in full. I have had 2 drinks already, and making my rounds to see my friends makes me more affectionately friendly than usual. I let Jesse ca-noodle with the friends we have arrived with, as I go on my merry independent way. As I walk oh-so unstably, a very tall Satan walks up to me, a big smile on his face. "Have we met?" I ask. "No, but we should, I'm Darren." Darren I find out is 6"4, he removes his mask to reveal a really handsome face, olive skin, dark eyes, and a smile that definitely does not disappear so easily. His smile makes me think it probably would have suited him more to have dressed up as the Cheshire Cat. He tells me he's a doctor, quickly pulling out his certification. I'm thinking; of course you are, you're Jewish! Just as our conversation is flowing, Jesse grabs my arm. "We're taking shots Allyson, let's go!" I reluctantly say I'll catch Darren later and go on to take on more liquor than I should be.

Jesse is not afraid to show public affection, and tries to kiss me every chance I will let him have. I'm pretty sure being in a big crowd doesn't make us noticeable since no one has asked questions. I keep wandering around, people pulling me on the dance floor, and Darren constantly trying to swoop in. I'm feeling giddy, tipsy, and perhaps a little confused. I think the Devil has officially gotten to me, he is definitely the temptation as I am the sinner. Darren pushes for my number, I tell him to facebook me and something can suffice from there. I don't mean to be disloyal to Jesse, but what can I say? The Devil made me do it.

Jesse and I leave the party with our friends, and I only can contemplate what to do next. A few days later Darren contacts me on facebook asking me out, I see he doesn't waste time. I like Jesse, it's been such a fun week with him, but we're not exclusive, and I really don't feel future-esque about us. I must tell Darren, "yes."

So I have a date with Darren this weekend, the Datist taking another unexpected turn in the Labyrinth this seems to have become. I'd be lying if I didn't mention I'm excited to see the "Devil" again.


“Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth.”
~Tennessee Williams