The women whom I will be talking about are not hags, and I’m not a fag (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but it sure is a catchy title ain’t it?

This is a story of three women who featured heavily in my social life (all of it in fact) for a good part of 2003 and it goes a little something like this.

The Who

Cherry, Filipino
Jackie, Vietnamese
Jessica, Eurasian (Malay + Aussie)

The How

Whilst dating a single mom (story for another time) I met one of her friends – Cherry, on a double-date. We had a similar sense of humour and we hit it off very quickly. Nothing eventuated with the single mom but Cherry and I started going out a lot for drinks and clubbing. Through her, I met Jackie and Jessica.

The What

I was not interested in them and similarly, I think they relegated me to the “friends” ladder right away. Which is just as well because they were outrageous flirts. I don’t think a guy can possibly feel secure with a woman who flirts shamelessly with everyone, both males and females alike. It was ambiguous like that, especially with Cherry.

We would go out as a group almost every weekend and I would see them change men every two weeks or so. They enjoyed being picked up. The only constant guy in the circle would be me. I would hear their stories which were often very entertaining and educational. Oh yeah.

The phrase “too much information” never quite figured in our conversations.

The Why

Why did I choose to hang out with them? They made me feel good. Even though there wasn’t sex involved, having three women around constantly flirting with me, hugging and giving me kisses on the cheek did my ego tremendous good. We knew each other’s limits and we never breached it, which makes everything else really fun.

Though I must say, it probably didn’t make me look favourably in the eyes of other women. “Why is he always with these three?” I was either a player or I was gay. I was neither of course but appearances counted I guess.

Still, I didn’t care. It was like being the opposite of a “fag hag”, sort of. No sexual tension equals fun.

The Now

They are still in Perth, some where. I don’t remember precisely when we started to drift apart. I was closest to Cherry in the group and when we both got too busy to meet up with each other, when meet-ups become infrequent calls and text-messages, I think that’s when the group as a whole stopped becoming one.

Maybe they’ve changed their priorities in life and settled down with good men.

To you three: I wish you the best and thanks for the fun times. They will always be in my memories. :)

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