As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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Something wasn't right. Everything appeared to be back to normal, Lex and I spent most of our time together. He was considerate and charming, and we talked and joked comfortably, but something was missing. Something big.
We weren't having sex.
It didn't matter if I strolled around naked after a shower, or pressed myself against him in his bed, Lex showed no interest in being intimate with me. Even when I tried to initiate things, he would gently push me away and argue it was late, or explain he wasn't in the mood. On Thursday evening, when I insisted, he went down on me and made me come three times with his mouth and fingers, like a treat you grant to a capricious child to make them stop.
I understood we were in a delicate situation. I got how I'd hurt him with my overreaction and abandoning him in the middle of the night. But I'd been hurt too, and I was working hard to bring things back to normal. The fact that he simply didn't seem to want me anymore was nearly impossible to bear. Were we ruined? Had we reached a point where we weren't salvageable anymore?
I wanted to give him time and space, but he was the one inviting me to come home with him, then barely touching me. Yes, there were things other than sex in life, but it was our thing. It was how everything had started, and the overwhelming attraction we had for one another was our trademark. But what were we, now that he didn't want me anymore?
The one thing I needed to do was to talk to him and ask what was wrong. But then, it would be admitting something was wrong when everything else was literally perfect. During the week, he took me out twice for lunch. We went to his place nearly every evening and enjoyed movie classics, with more delicious food he'd order... And he was particularly romantic, sweet, and thoughtful. I didn't want to be a bitch and ask him why he wouldn't have sex with me anymore.
Maybe we'd gotten to that point where our insane libido was to a more acceptable level, and we wouldn't have as much sex as before. But the suddenness of it, and the fact that I was far from having had my fill of him, indicated that something was indeed wrong.
I held back from my need to communicate my fears all week, hoping things would fix themselves on their own. By Saturday, nothing was resolved, and my edginess was becoming hard to conceal. Luckily, tonight was girls' night, and I was eager to get out of my head and let those worries rest for an evening of drinking and fun times spent with friends.
As soon as Tammy and I exited the Uber, I knew I would love this place. I'd never been to a tiki bar before and was looking forward to it. Given its colorful front and in-theme sign, the Hula Hula showed great promise already. My suspicions were confirmed when we entered the place. The bar area was disguised as a Polynesian hut, the tables and chairs as colorful as the facade, and the booths looked like bungalows. It could have seemed tacky or overdone, but the balance of it all was perfect.
It was fucking awesome.
Tammy spotted Kat and Dakota first, and we headed over to them. As we passed people's tables, I couldn't help but want the tropical cocktails served in the strangest shapes. The food looked amazing too, and I was certain the night would be amazing.
