DAY 33: Tales Of Surprise Threesomes And Personality Questions

Day 33 Of How To Move On From A Man

Ellen "Jelly" McRae

Mar 9

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I couldn’t believe my ears. Sophia knew Malcolm was on Tinder. She was on Tinder with him.

And no, this was not his profile, so to speak. Sophia and Malcolm had been lying in bed and scrolling through his account, looking at other women. They were swiping left and right, evaluating the options available to them.

James had to stop Sophia mid-sentence. “So wait, you were both scrolling through Tinder? What were you looking for?”

I had never seen Sophia look so proud, and unapologetic about her explanation.

“Well, for a girl for us to have a threesome with.”

No one could speak. It wasn’t the response we had expected her to say. Not even close. Breaking the silence, she went on to describe more about their window shopping.

“Why not choose together? It means we can find someone we can both get off to, you know?”

I couldn’t argue with the logic. But Sophia? A threesome? Really?

Disbelief.

I looked around her apartment, decorated with floral rugs and handmade photo albums. I saw the pictures of her family, the ones with her grandmother who still lived in South Korea.

And there was a special rug on the floor dedicated to her pet Poodle, Mooshy, along with a custom bowl and matching pink tags.

It wasn’t the apartment of a woman who seemingly wanted threesomes. It wasn’t the home of a woman who wanted to share her man with the world. It wasn’t the Sophia I knew all these years.

Gees, some people really do surprise you.

It was the same way I had no idea about Douglas either. I thought he wanted to settle down. I thought he wanted everything he claimed to hate in that article.

He said one thing and did another.

That couldn’t be a man I could respect anymore. It couldn’t be a man I pined over.

Forget.

I didn’t want to miss him anymore. It was better to block him out, forever. And I would make it easier said than done, I told myself.

James cleared his throat. He was still in visible shock about what was happening. “Who’s idea was this? Is this something you came up with?”

I wondered the same thing. GG looked like she did, too. “Oh come on, you know it wasn’t me. Who am I to say no, though? I don’t know, I might like it.”

The skeptic in me felt convinced Malcolm had fed her that line.

I’m not sure I would ever have my skepticism alleviated, though. At least he’s not cheating on her, right?