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Women are… Weird

A couple of you have emailed me asking about Robert and what’s going on with us. I thought I’d share a story from the other night, but before I do I wanted to give a small update:

If you follow me on twitter, you know that while I do date other men, Robert is the main guy that I see.

There have been so many frustrating/cute/funny/awkward/sweet moments that I’ve wanted to share with you, but I’ve made the decision to keep the details of “Robert & Celeste” to myself (this is hard because I tell you guys everything!) I will offer small glimpses into our relationship when I can and eventually I will tell our whole story here, but right now I need to let things unfold without feeling any pressure.

Hopefully that makes sense. Now on to the story!

Two weeks ago I was Roberts “+1” for his cousins birthday party. As we walked along the cobblestone streets of the MeatPacking district, Robert gave me the rundown of who I would be meeting. “My cousin, his girlfriend and I think some of her sorority sisters will be there. I met them last year, they’re cool” he said, leading me across the street.

We walked into the club and found the coat check. I casually slipped out of my coat and from the approving look I got from Robert (and the random bouncer in the corner) I knew that the black mini-dress and ankle boots I was wearing were a good choice. I slipped my ruffled clutch under my left arm, slipped my right hand around Roberts arm and we made our way to the bar.

The place was pretty packed and Robert didn’t seem too concerned with finding his cousin right away, so we danced in our own little corner. While we were dancing a man, who I assumed was Roberts cousin, came and tapped Robert on the shoulder.

“Rob!” he yelled over the music. Robert turned around and the two of them immediately embraced. Then Robert leaned in to hug his cousins girlfriend and shake the hands of her three sorority sisters who were with them. They reintroduced themselves, “Yeah, I remember you guys from last year… did you cut your hair?” Robert asked as he shook the last girls hand.

“Yeah,” she responded smiling and touching her tresses.

Then Robert reached back and pulled me into the circle. At that moment, the smiles on the sorority sisters faces quickly faded.

“This is Celeste!” he said, letting his hand rest on my arm. Roberts cousin and his cousins girlfriend immediately reached out to shake my hand, but the sorority sisters just stared at me blankly. By the looks on their faces, it seemed that my presence with Robert was unexpected and unwelcome.

“Hi there…” I said giving them a small wave. They each gave me a curt “Hello.”

I tried not to let my confusion show on my face. Robert and his cousin went to get another round of drinks for us. I made small talk easily with his cousins girlfriend, but when I tried to engage the sorority sisters, I was met with half smiles and small nods. At one point I think one of the girls actually looked me up and down.

Robert and his cousin finally came back, at which point, the sorority sisters announced that they were going to go “look around”. The four of us spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking and having a really nice time. But I couldn’t shake the awful reception I got from those girls… is this what its like to date a desirable man?

Riding home in the cab with Robert, who was oblivious to the whole thing, I had to remind myself that random sorority girls in clubs don’t matter. But, sheesh… they really know how to ruin a girls night.

My Mother is a feminist who encourages women to uplift other women. I also grew up listening to the Spice Girls and kept the motto of “Girl Power” long after they went out of style. So, the idea of being cold towards another woman because of the man she’s with just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe my size has shielded me from the jealousy that comes from having or being what another woman wants, but if this is what I’ve been missing… I’m really not interested.