ghosts from hypomania past
at 7:30am my phone rang. i blinked the sleep out of my eyes and tried to focus on the screen. it read “Beautiful Disaster” and i stared at it for a while, letting it go to voicemail. why was he calling so early in the freaking morning?
not that i would put it past him, but it was a little early to be completely fucked up. and besides, he had been calling a bunch of times for several months without me returning calls. curiosity got the best of me. i called him back.
Beautiful Disaster. that’s the name i gave to the 21 year old italian deviant playboy who was my partner in crime last summer. he was one of my students last year. a real pain in my fucking ass. on the third day of class, i had to bring him outside to tell him not to come to class shitfaced drunk. after that he just showed up high on pills or weed which was marginally better.
my boyfriend at the time, who i’ll undoubtedly get to at some point because events with him inevitably contributed to the onset of my hypomanic episode, had left for a vacation to hawaii just as i started my class and i planned to join him after i finished teaching. we lived together, had talked about buying a house, were engaged briefly, the works. we were to spend the rest of our lives together. somehow, in just a few short weeks, the entire course of my life changed.
suddenly i noticed that i was turned on around this kid. he was a deviant and risky and adventurous. my heart would race and i would get horny and i had to actively avoid looking at him in class. masturbation didn’t help. previously if i had gotten stuck lusting after someone, i could just masturbate the feelings away and get back to my relationship. not so in this case.
he didn’t make it really easy either. he’d stay after class and talk to me. one day he left his sunglasses in the classroom and wanted to come with me to my office to get them. this guy was clearly dangerous and i was in trouble. unfortunately, that just excited me more.
the last straw occurred on the second to last day of class. i was reviewing for the final with my students and Beautiful Disaster pulled out all the stops. at the beginning of class he made a big show about pulling a desk, noisily i might add, across the classroom so he was sitting next to me. he commented on my shoes and would say strange things. i was trying not to let on that i was so horny i could faint.
suddenly, he folded over himself and seemed to be coughing or choking or something. when he sat up, he held out his hand and said “oh my god, my tooth fell out!” at a loss for words, i watched as this event unfolded in slow motion. the other students are laughing hysterically, i’m trying not to laugh while i’m watching this kid freak out, dashing from corner to corner, collecting his things to leave. he’s almost out the door when he stops and looks back in the room, announcing that he “needs my phone number” because he can’t use email. i think my jaw dropped as i tried to refuse this very public request for my information. eventually i caved and gave it to him, and ended up having to give my number to the entire class later.
i couldn’t really recover from that. i kept laughing randomly while going over exam questions. at the end of the class, i noticed a pencil had been left on the front desk. i went to give it back to the student who owned it but she refused to take it. beautiful disaster, she said, had been chewing on it, and had actually pulled his tooth out on purpose. he apparently had veneers and popped one of them off. losing a tooth for my number wins the prize for unique pick up lines.
this, of course, drove me crazy. thankfully, i was leaving for hawaii the day after the final exam and i thought, whew! now i can get back to my life. i had been on the south beach diet for a month and had lost 12 lbs. i looked good. i was excited and ready to go. except Beautiful Disaster had my number. and we texted the entire time i was away. i ended up having to get unlimited text messaging later because i went over my limit and racked up a bill over a hundred bucks.
i ended up telling my boyfriend at the time that i was attracted to this guy and that i wanted an open relationship. all the while i was texting this student and we were going NUTS over each other. it was one big adrenaline rush. somehow, i thought this was all okay.
we even got into sending dirty texts to one another and i emailed him pictures of me on the beach in hawaii. who does that?! while they’re on vacation with their boyfriend?! we were even on the trip with his adopted sons and their family, staying in their house, and i didn’t care! i was so horny all the time i couldn’t even think straight. i tried to fuck it off with my boyfriend, but the sex was decidedly unsatisfactory and boring. besides, he couldn’t last longer than a few minutes and that was not enough to get me off.
by the time we got back into town, i was so fucking antsy i went out with friends right away. we got home from hawaii and literally within an hour or two i was out having drinks telling them about my failed attempt to have an open relationship. and of course, beautiful disaster was blowing me up. all of the sudden i get a text from him, saying he is down the street at the new bar he just opened and would i please come by?
i brought my whole posse with me and we walked down to this new restaurant/bar. beautiful disaster bought ALL of us drinks all night. we all got completely shit faced and come closing time, my friends went home and i decided to stay. i even had one of my friends call my live-in boyfriend to let him know i’m staying at her house. i think i did plan to stay at her house, but when she wanted to leave…i didn’t. so i stayed there with him, partying, drinking…he’s trying to convince me to hook up with him and i’m resisting.
the details get fuzzy, but we decided to go for a walk, i guess. we were headed down an alley toward the street when he pushes me up against a gate and kisses me. i don’t resist. i think “fuck, i’m such an asshole” and then keep kissing him. then we’re walking across the street and the sprinklers are running. what do the two drunk deviants do? we race over there and start making out in the sprinklers. we get down, rolling around in the mud. i get up and realize i have lost the keys to my boyfriend’s car, which i had driven that night. what the fuck am i going to do? we are soaked and muddy, and i can’t go home, and i can’t go to my friend’s house because she’s not answering her phone.
he offers to have me at his place. he calls a cab and we wait on the street. when a police car stops to ask if we’re (i’m) okay, beautiful disaster says i’m his girlfriend and we’re just having some fun. the cab shows up, but it’s a fucking limousine. literally. a limo to take us to his place. i get in, mud and all, and we head back to his place. i rinsed off my muddy clothes. we ended up making out all night. no sex, but it wasn’t far behind.
come morning i woke up in a panic. what the hell was going on?! i didn’t have keys, my sunglasses were gone, my clothes were still wet. i tried calling and texting friends to come over and do laundry but no one was awake at 8am. no wonder, with all the booze we drank the night before.
beautiful disaster and i went back and combed the area where the fateful events had happened last night. i tried to keep my distance from him because we were right near the university. i was afraid someone i knew or who knew my boyfriend at the time would see me there with him. my heart was pounding. i didn’t think about the fact that i cheated on my boyfriend. i would have to figure that out later.
thankfully, beautiful disaster found the keys and i bolted out of there. i was gritty and hung over and trying not to panic. i got home and my boyfriend was still asleep. i said hello and then ran into the shower to wash off the night’s events.
i never did tell my boyfriend about it. two days later, he broke up with me anyway so it was a moot point.
but that was just the start of my adventures with beautiful disaster.