Everything's going swimmingly

            Everything’s been going pretty swimmingly since A and I became engaged. We were talk of the ENTIRE factory and every department for almost a week. It was rather amusing to be honest!! The funniest thing about it is that D was sending me nasty looks ever since A told him about the engagement. He’d been making working on the day shift worse than it already was. A told D’s boss that I’ll be working closely with A on every shift; I’d be scheduled the same shift that A was….We’d start with the overnight shifts, the following week would be afternoon shifts and the last week would be day shift. He thought it’d be best because D was treating me much worse than he had been for a while.
            More often than not, I’d spend the night at A’s; slowly moving my belongings into his house. The nights that I was at my house with my parents’ house were the nights that A would go through his deceased wife’s things figuring what to donate, throw out or to sell. I told him that I want him to keep her wedding dress, engagement and wedding rings, their wedding photos and anything else of sentimental value. He cried hearing that. The days that A went through his wife’s things, I’d stay at my parents’ house to give him as much space as he needed and him knowing that with one text or phone call, I’ll pack a bag and head back to his house.
            When we weren't working, we’d go through small venues and small churches to see which ones we liked the best. Considering that this is his second wedding and my first, we wanted a small venue because we didn't want many people; we only wanted the people closest to us. My nephew would be the ring bearer and my friend, B, would be the flower man. I’d have two of my closest friends as a matron of honor and maid of honor, he’d have his father and his closest work buddy “M” as his best men.

            We had several big discussions of the food. He wanted spicy food and I wanted Italian food as well as comfort food (like macaroni and cheese, fried chicken). We finally agreed on the Italian and comfort foods; some choices would be spicy. The cake tradition wouldn't work out. I love cake, he doesn't  He loves cheesecake, I don’t. We both love ice cream, cookies and brownies….so that would take the place. Over the weekends that we didn’t work, we baked brownies and cookies and storing them in the huge storage freezer at my parents’ house.

            Our funds for the wedding and reception venues, my dress, the cost of the food (including the ice cream, brownies and cookies), there wasn’t enough money so we had an idea. We emailed everyone in our individual email addresses – plus our joint one – and explained that if they received a text from either A or I with wedding details, to save the text, RSVP (with or without a date) and when the get to the church for the wedding, show the security guys the text (they’d have to show the same text at the reception).

            The other day at work, M – A’s best man – was wondering how I got A’s attention a few short months ago. I said that I had no idea how but grateful that I did. B asked how A got my attention and I said that he went out of his way to chase me down every shift that we worked together and his smile. B said that sounded cheesy and yet romantic. I told him to wait until he finds the right person. He said that nobody at work knows that he’s bisexual. I had a conspiracy brewing in my head. I asked if A knew of B’s bisexuality and M said that A did. All I said was good then went off to find A

“Baby!! Babe, two things. I gotta have you soon and I need your help setting M up at the wedding with a friend of mine!” I said

          A grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the supply closet where we had our sexual encounter. Once he locks the door, we rip our clothes off and start having hot, wild and crazy sex. After fulfilling our needs several times, I tell A my plan.

“You know my buddy, B, right? The one that’s gonna be the flower man, right?” I ask.

“Yeah I know him. What about him? He’s gay?” A asked.

“Kinda. He’s bi. M’s bi. I’ve seen them eye each other when they work the same shifts. It’s not the “I’m weary of you” eyeing but it’s the “I’m undressing you with my eyes and imagining 101 ways to have sex with you” eyeing. We’ll set them up at the wedding. I don’t mind if it’ll be a one night stand or if it leads into a relationship!”

“I’m in! B’s you’re best friend and M’s mine! We gotta get them set up!” A said.

       We get dressed and head back to work. I return back to the line I was working on with M. M knew that I just had sex with A (I still can’t believe that we’re engaged!) but is unaware of the plan that A and I have. When the shift ends, I pull M aside and ask him to join me for a beer at the local dive bar. He said sure and I went off to tell A. A is a little surprised but is fine that I’m heading out with his best friend. I swing by A’s house, shower and change then out the door to meet B. 

“Hey, M. Thanks for meeting me here. This bar is my favorite place to go after work. The owner and bartender knows what I want by the look on my face after plopping down on a bar stool after a shift."
"I'm just a little curious why we're meeting. We've never hung out after work before; with or without A"