Going for the kill (or the continuation of my sordid affairs)

After Glenda, came Isabel. But not before I fooled around, enjoying Glenda’s permission (which ultimately made her grow bitter and bitter until the relationship abruptly ended on a heated altercation one day), with Elaine, Christine, to name a few memorable ones. Out of these two, of course, Christine was more of an actual relationship.
Chris lived in New Jersey and we met in the same place where I will meet my dear Isabel, the Blue Moose, or what is now the Culture Club, near Houston St. in Soho. I had gone to the Blue Moose as I had since we first stumbled upon it while taking a stroll downtown. We started going there other weekend, and since it was only a couple of stops away from the World Trade Center, where I worked, I ended up going every single weekend. It was either Friday or Saturday, and more times than usual it was both. I was a regular. One of the first to arrive and one of the last to leave.
I met Chris on a dare. I had a verbal fight with Glenda and ended going to the Blue Moose with the sole purpose of meeting someone. I saw her almost as soon as I went in. She was enshrouded by a whole crowd, which included a girl friend of hers and a whole bunch of desperate guys. She had a sense of humor that girl, and I remember our times together more than just a sordid affair. I actually had a lot of fun. She was into sports, the captain in her basketball team, and I was a good-looking loser. It was as if she was one of the guys; only that she was a girl in every sense of the word. No rude or masculine attitude whatsoever, and very warm and giving. We had found a harmony even in the schedule we had to see each other. We would see each other once a week on Friday mornings: one week I would go to New Jersey and the other she would come to New York. Twice a month for a couple of months we saw each other at night on Thursday in a dead end dive bar, afterwards had sex in a motel nearby and then the next day go back to our lives.

Isabel I met on the club after Chris. She was the coat check girl. I used to ignore her even though she was very attractive (she still is). Then one day I ended up talking to her, and we clicked. One week after we talked, I ended up going to her apartment and stayed over. Yes, we did it. Later, my problems with Glenda were escalating and once I had a huge fight. So, I asked Isabel if it was okay to move in with her as a roommate. Little did I know that I would be with her for the next eight years of my life. I’m going to give her a call right now (pause). No answer! And then she complains when I go online! Yes, she’s online and yes, she’s my wife now.