The Party

On the night of the party, Andrew was attending with my wife, Laryssa got so dolled-up, you would have thought she was going to the Oscars. From the F-Me pumps to the cleavage-revealing dress, to her blonde hair done up professionally, there was no way anyone’s eyes would miss her beauty. And by default, since she was side-by-side with Andrew, he was going to be just as popular.

Andrew didn’t dress up on her level but didn’t attend in his trademark WWE apparel either. He wore modest clothing, bought with my credit card – dressed casually, not a radical change from how he otherwise would look. Jeans and a t-shirt. Since my wife was the one who took him shopping, what she suggested he wear was indicative that she didn’t want to change anything about him – she just wanted him to show up to a party without wearing pro-wrestling apparel. The lack of wrestling clothing made me realize Andrew was a better-looking guy than I was. His weekly self-given haircuts made him look well-groomed, complete with light, shaved down facial hair to compliment his somewhat pale skin. Any acne he had was gone, and his face didn’t carry a blemish. It’s amazing what a change in attitude will do your physical appearance. Also, unlike me, he didn’t look awkwardly out of place standing next to the hottest girl in the neighborhood. They looked believable as a couple.

I found out very little about what happened that night, as both my wife and my tag-along friend barely gave me details. Laryssa said she didn’t want to cheapen the night by gossiping about it, and Andrew just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at me when I asked him how the night went. What I did learn was that Rob attended the same party, invited by some girl he was banging at the time named Sara (who happened to be the ex-girlfriend of the party host – classic Rob). Andrew got a double-dose of attention, not only by having a smoking-hot date by his side, but also by hanging out with the ultimate alpha male. The pictures I saw of Andrew and Laryssa, via Facebook, showed them together intimately. She wasn’t uncomfortable with his arm around her waist, and she had no trouble touching his chest, riffling through his hair, or kissing his cheek.

Rob sent out a mass text, perhaps forgetting the picture would go to me. The photo showed him standing between Andrew and Laryssa, his arm around them both. I felt left-out looking at the photo, and when I asked Rob about the party, he talked about Laryssa as if she wasn’t my wife. Rob built up Andrew as some kind of stud, how my wife couldn’t keep her hands off him, even going as far as to call them a cute couple. Sara was with us when Rob told me that, and claimed Laryssa was infatuated with Andrew, saying she used words like “cute”, “hot” and “huge” when talking about him.