Threesome - Not, Part 2

Three bottles of wine later. (They were walking home to the same place. Though after the ridiculousness that Jessie pulled on Anna, two of the three girls were threatening to drive back to Boston. With THREE bottles of wine in them. Uh - oh. Time for the bartender to get creative...)



"Wait!" I say to Kara and Jessie as they are about to fall their way out the door. "You can't just leave XX and XX here together. He is clearly a slimebag, and she is going to need some best friend consoling later on when she realizes it too."



This made them hesitate. "Oh fine." Jessie looked at Kara, as if to get her approval for this gameplan change. "I suppose she didn't really MEAN it when she called me a whore in the first place."



"Right." I said. "She was just hurt. She thought this new guy was going to be different than her last few." Now I am just making stuff up, hoping to sound convincing, and a hell of a lot more coherent than those two. While I am pleading with them to tend to their hurt friend (okay, save my ass, as the bartender that arguablely could have overserved them...), Anna has emerged from the Ladies' Room, where she had been hiding for the past 10 minutes after storming away from the bar and calling Jessie a slew of very unflattering woman terms.



But it wasn't Jessie's fault. And really, it wasn't Anna's fault. And in all honesty, it wasn't really "Boyfriend Mark's" fault either. These kinds of complicated misunderstandings are par for the course when there are 3 people involved. And I am talking about any combination of 3. It could be 3 women. 3 men. 2 women and 1 man. 2 men an 1 woman. Though I doubt the two men would get as catty and hysterical when a woman is the object of their competing effection. Not outwardly so at least. Men seem to have the control and objectivity to stifle their inner tears in trade for a down-the-line, much-planned-out sabotage on their buddy. Women need to act now, and they need to act hard. I give us credit for this honesty.



So it doesn't really matter what Jessie "did" to Anna, and how Mark reacted to his "girlfriend." You've seen this same night played out a hundred different ways at a hundred different venues - restaurant bar, healthclub, commuter train, business dinner. The three thing just doesn't work out. Hopefully the women could see past this one night of trouble and put their friendships back together -- either with or without Mark. And, for the bartender's sake, that they all WALK home. Well, except for Mark. He can hail a cab for all we women cared...