am i a horrible person?
i saw the married guy from chicago (a different married guy from three years ago)… we spent eight hours together on friday night. we were both randomly in my hometown for the weekend… he was with his band. i was visiting family.
him: ‘you are a sight for sore eyes… i’m so happy you’re here and i’m so happy to see you.’
(later in the night)
him: ‘ahhhh, you’re just…you’re just such an incredible woman. i…i love you..i just fucking love you.’
(even later in the night)
him: ‘i don’t want to leave you. i want you to stay the night with me tonight. i want to go down on you. i want to make you squeal. you don’t even have to do anything. you can just lie there.’
(in the wee hours of the morning)
him: ‘am i really going to just get out of this car and walk away from you?’
me: ‘you don’t have much of a choice…it’s the right thing to do.’
him: ‘i know, but i can’t leave you..i don’t want to leave you.’
me: ‘timing sucks.’
we made out for what felt like hours. he made me feel alive. sexy. desirable.
but the next day i felt like a cheap skank. i looked at his fb profile page where his wife commented ‘you’re the most amazing man.’
your amazing man just spent hours telling me how he wants to get me naked.
- mc
5 months ago