The Plumber (Part One)

Flashback: 2003.

My new job at the Electrical/Mechanical/Communications company was pretty great, at first. Sonia was my co-worker and taught me the ropes of scheduling and dispatching the mechanics and the plumbers, most of whom were really great guys. She and I were so similar it was kind of scary, and we became fast friends. She quickly assumed the role of big sister in my life, and I respected her knowledge, advice and opinions above all others.

I had not worked for the company long when we were told a new plumbing apprentice had been hired. If I remember right, my big sister saw him first (she started work earlier than I did), and told me how cute he was. Unfortunately, most of the guys preferred to come in early in the morning, so I wouldn't see some of them for weeks at a time. When the apprentice finally dropped by to leave me some paperwork one night, I was immediately attracted to him. He was a couple years older than me, tall, dark and handsome, funny in a goofy way, and we immediately hit off. The problem? I was still dating Jesus Crusher.

After getting to know The Plumber a little better, Big Sis decided to set him up with one of her single friends. They went out, and all I heard from Big Sis was that he'd been kind of an ass, and things hadn't worked out.

The Plumber starting hanging out with another employee, The Mechanic, who had become a good buddy of mine. The two were almost inseparable, going fishing and drinking together every weekend.

I ended my relationship with JC, and The Mechanic must have informed The Plumber, as he suddenly started showing up in the evenings when I was the only one around. He would walk into the office, smack me on the head with his binder, and plop himself down in Sonia's chair to fill out his paperwork and hang out for a bit.

One Saturday night, I got a phone call from The Plumber. He was going to be in town (he lived north of the city) and hanging out with some friends, and did I want to come with him? Yeah, like he had to ask me twice! I got ready and met him downstairs in the lobby of my building. We got into his pickup (okay, I admit, he was kind of a hick) and headed to some sketchy downtown Toronto neighbourhood, where we had to squeeze down this tiny dark walkway between two houses to get to his friend's apartment. Some friends turned out to be one friend, and he and The Plumber spent the whole night drinking and smoking pot and cigarettes. The Plumber really knew how to show a girl a good time.

When we got back to my apartment, The Plumber invited himself in for a bit. I remember sitting beside him on the couch and then suddenly he was on top of me and we were making out. I had a necklace on, and he tugged on it so hard that one of the strands broke. He was undoing the buttons on my shirt and then I felt him trying to undo my belt.

Why do guys have to get into girls' pants so fast? What happened to taking a girl out on a REAL date, and some good old-fashioned making out? I really liked the guy, and I knew I owed it to myself not to sleep with him on the first date.

After forcing him to slow the hell down, The Plumber and I hung out and talked for a bit before he left. I wasn't sure if I had screwed things up, but I figured time would tell.

A number of weeks later, I had moved to an awesome new apartment in uptown Toronto with my roomate, Angie. I remember sitting around on a Saturday night with nothing to do. Angie was out and I was blasting music when my cell phone rang. It was The Mechanic. He and The Plumber were in Toronto and heading out to The Plumber's place for the night, and did I want to come and hang out with them? I told them I was in, jumped in the shower, stuffed some clothes and makeup in a bag and ran out the door. I tossed my bag in the back of the pickup truck and smushed between them in the front. We stopped for cigarettes and alcohol and arrived at The Plumber's place, which was a basement apartment with access to a lake in the backyard. Pretty awesome.

We ate pizza, drank, and smoked into the early hours of the morning. When I started to fade, The Plumber walked me to his room and told me to take his bed. I told him the couch was fine, but he wasn't having any of it. Exhausted (and kinda hammered), I was asleep in minutes.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly someone was crawling into bed with me. It was The Plumber and we started making out. One thing led to another and after not much in the way of foreplay, we ended up sleeping together. It was okay, at best. I'd definitely had better. He snuck back out of the room and I remember sitting there in the dark, wondering if he was embarassed for The Mechanic to find out about us. I got up to go to the washroom and I knew something was very wrong. The condom had broken.

Flash forward two weeks. Angie and Stef were standing outside the bathroom door while I tried to navigate the peeing on a stick business. The Cranberry Monster had been due to arrive a few days prior, and I was panicking. I have a shy bladder, and had never taken a pregnancy test before, so I completely fucked it up and the test was inconclusive (that really helps with the nerves, let me tell you). I decided to pick up another test on my way home from work the next day, but thankfully, the Cranberry Monster arrived and I didn't have to.

The Plumber continued to come into the office and flirt with me. Big Sis was getting married to Broken (one of the electricians), and I needed a date for the wedding, so I invited him to come with me. BIG mistake.

To be continued...

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