The Only Time I've Ever Cheated

This may just be a story for those of the feint of heart. Though, it just may not. I know that this is a very controversial subject, but I should let you know that all parties have reconciled and are now quite well off. 

For so many years, I had never let anyone come between me and my loves. I had always been faithful to my partners, or at least had an understanding with all of them that didn't allow cheating to ever be an issue. For those of you that have read my "Dating with Idiots" posting, then you know that sometimes with the complexities that are dating, and the fact that many relationships within those parameters allow for an open relationship to include multiple romantic trysts, I have never cheated. No, I'm not just saying that to make it ok that I had multiple "relationships" at the same time. It actually was usually the other way around. 

However, finally, I caved. In all actuality, I'm writing this after it just happened. Yes, this happened this evening. I'm not proud of it. I'm not excited to tell you about it. But, begrudgingly and with humility, I have to admit my own faults in character, if nothing else to firmly push myself to better myself from ever performing such a colossal mistake and unfortunate situation from ever arising again. 

We had been fighting for weeks it seemed. Little things always compiling upon one another. A missed message here, crossed communication, or lack there of. I was on the receiving end of a lot of blank stares at time. Then there were the temper tantrums. The tantrums were always the worst; dragging along, stuttering in aggravation, slamming doors shut in the middle of it all. It was too much. 

I tried to romance a bit, and sweet her up, though nothing seemed to work. I tried to restart certain things, and clean out some of the clutter that could have been causing our little tiffs. Still nothing. I tried the old Michael Bolton trick, and just gave a bit of "Time, Love and Tenderness". The music still did nothing. I even tried to spice it up a bit with a little old school, to remind us of the good times, but we just kept coming back to that "Bittersweet Symphony". 

I called on her family and checked with them to see what may be going on. We tried a couple old tricks but to no avail. Then we tried to see what we may have to look forward to, and all we could find was that if nature was true to course, there'd be nothing until the summer. I was fine with that. I thought that I may be able to hang out for the long haul.

Some of our mutual friends were showing me around, and keeping me hopeful. We had been checking out what all was around and about. That's when I saw "the other". I thought I'd recognized her from before, and thought it may have been an ex of mine, Pearl, just a little all grown up. Our friends had assured us that she wasn't. Though, apparently they are from the same family. 

I won't deny, during our bouts and fights, I would check out "the other" online. We'd chat, compare notes, and see what was there, but without actually doing anything. It was almost an emotional relationship, but we never actually did anything. If a study date is cheating, then I'd have been cheating for a couple weeks now. But tonight was the night I made the first call. Tonight is the night that I really made that move to something more. 

We met in Burbank, right there at that little mall area, very public. It was even in daylight, so I think we could try to get a really good feel for one another before the night could even progress. We finally had some time to really figured each other out, and on the forefront, it looked and felt like it was a good idea for us. 

There were multiple signs there in Burbank that I should have taken cue from, but I was still reeling from everything that had been going on for weeks, that I was bound and determined to see this through. That's an unfortunate part of my persona, once I've put my mind to it, I will succeed in doing so, whether or not common sense, reasonability, or logics are telling me I should be doing it. This was one of those moments. 

So, I tried again, this time in Studio City. We me again down on Ventura Blvd. This time, the stars had aligned, in more ways that one. I was able to set everything up this time in my own name. To be honest, this was a first. I'm not new to the game, but using my own, name, I haven't done that since I was part of the industry.

She was shiny, silver lined even. Beautiful blue gazing back at me. Cute, trim, sleek. Sexy. She even spoke to me in ways that I hadn't heard in years. I know that these are no reasons for me to have strayed, and to have allowed myself, but I let her get to me. She's even more known for her world travels that I thought. I know, never judge a book by the cover. 

She was Bold. Literally. 

That's what had done it. I tried to fool around with her a little in the car on the way home. But it wasn't really working. Again, another sign that I should have been more on top of. 

I kept fumbling all over her buttons, for about an hour. We could both tell that we weren't really meant for one another. 

I tried to really see how she all worked; totally not compatible. 

She may not have had the balls that her cousin, Pearl, had, that I actually actually left Pearl because of, but we just couldn't sync up.

My roommate even caught me trying to get her going. That was when I just couldn't take it anymore. 

I had known better. I had even said years ago, and to so many people that there was no way I could ever leave her. I still can't believe that I tried. 

I ran back to Studio City, and telling Shyla that I had made the mistake, and needed to undue it before anything else happened. Shyla just laughed and said that was fine. 

So, with that I still made some change, and I went with the 32G iPhone 3GS. She just needed that little extra something Special to make her and I work through it all; that S.

Yes, iPhone, I cheated with a Blackberry Bold. I had her for an hour, and we are so not compatible. The 1st AT&T Store, in Burbank, I think even saw that, and ignored me for half an hour so that I wouldn't go through with it. Ventura Blvd. did not stop me. Ventura let me make my mistake. Why? Why would I ever leave the iPhone? She does it all. 

What would have happened, I'd have gained physical buttons and BB Messenger. The buttons are tiny, and my fingers don't like them. BB Messenger IS text messaging. It's Instant messaging, but still text none the less, and I have unlimited text anyway. 

But I would have lost the real internet. I would have lost all the ease and smoothness that iPhone and I have gone through for the past couple years. She just needed a little makeover. She's really excited now. Keeps shaking with excitement. We are happy once again. I know there are rough patches in the future to come, but we'll work through them. 

As for Blackberry... We have had our time. We've moved on. We've bettered ourselves, in our own rights. 

But really, Blackberry, showing up preloaded with MySpace? What's next, a Bump-It? 

On a side note, I did name my iPhone "the Titanic" so that when I connect her to the computer, it says "Now Syncing the Titanic".

Oh, and for those of you wondering why I sexualized the phones as women:

Despite the Apple and the Berries, they're both a little too temperamental for the male psyche. Not to mention, they've got all the right curves, without a lot of the definition. Despite how great any guy is, somehow a woman really knows how to make him look really good too, and iPhone and Blackberry make you look so much better than any Zach Morris phone ever could... right?