As much as I have fallen in love with this place, at times it is frustrating and disappointing. Most disappointing when I see some of my real life imperfections pop up. The past two of days have been not so good.
Earlier this week while sitting at my usual barstool at Lake Keely, which is what I wont to do when mostly afk with work, I noticed a pretty woman had paused in front of me. A quick check of her profile indicated she is brand new, so I gave her warm welcome, and even sent a welcome to this wild world gift. She said thank you with a promise to chat another time so I could get back to work.
Yesterday found me with a free moment, and when she said hello, we met at beach to sit in the sand and sun and chat a bit. We found a quiet spot to sit and had just begun to tan and talk, and another person showed up. Someone we both knew (he is even in my friend's list) and we both offered him a spot in the sand next to us, and begun a group chat. It started off fine, and since I knew our new arrival from past meetings, was able to fill in our new friend on how I knew him. This is when he had to bring into the conversation how much he already knew her. Every line was attributed about her, and not directly, the things they have already done together. Not a big deal to me, this is a world that includes sex, but it was really not needed in the context of the current discussion. I was reading it loud and clear that this was his woman, never mind his profile reads his heart belongs to someone else entirely. I made an excuse about work needing me and logged off.
This is when things went south, for me. I knew better, but for the first time I used my alt for totally selfish means. I logged in as my alt and entered the room I had just exited and sent up my fly cam. Yep, there they were, already fucking on the beach. Logging off, I felt bad. Not for them, but for me for me being so petty.
Today found me again at my barstool and again there she stood and said hello. Not mentioning yesterday, I was bound and determined to have that sit with her and have that real conversation. We picked a deserted room and went way in the back and sat in the sand. And shortly after, once again, here comes the third wheel. Obviously, she had to have told him where he could find her. Since it was a long way for him to get to us, she asked if it would be okay for her to zoom him over. I said sure, since I am leaving again. I exited the room, put both of them on ignore, and now written this entry. Why do I let such things get under my skin?