Dancing burgundy

...and the title is not because I was drinking red wine, although I was.

I ended up in my favorite late-night wine bar with Reggae Cool and one of his many women. Before she had met up with us, he had been filling me in about his latest amorous adventures. Normally, he sails calmly through all of them. He knows and is the first to admit that he will never leave his wife of 10 years and their kids. He also claims that theirs is an open relationship, and she knows what he is like (I can only attest to the latter).

Anyway, I liked this girl, whom we shall call Chica. I behaved myself and let them be. She was mature, interesting to talk to--and didn't care that she had to share Reggae's attention with another female friend. I admit that I didn't like the other one I met last December, and gave her a hard time. Bad neighbor that I am...

I am friendly with the wife, Mum D, and I could see that your one (not Chica, not Mum D) a) didn't like me and b) was only a temporary fling. So I made things worse. I couldn't resist myself even though I have no desire to be added to Reggae Cool's harem... not that he hasn't asked. It was like taking candy from a baby.
After she had sulked for a while, I behaved again and left the adults to it.
Reggae Cool still teases me about it.