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Calm Down

I haven't even heard back from N on when we're supposed to get coffee and I'm already looking up meet the parents outfits on pintrest.

I've had it bad for this boy since day one, coffee cannot be a good idea. Obviously, it was my idea.

J is already texting me in the later hours of the evening. I was pretty riled up today, I should've gotten a drink with him. Regret the things you don't do, right? Oh well.

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Good Friends With J

Looks like these first posts are all background.

I met J through friends years ago. We flirted a bit, but then I started seeing H, my now husband. Anyways, H and I broke up briefly and we almost hooked up, but I was too drunk and he's a gentleman so nothing happened. I slipped out in the morning and we never really brought it up again.

Of course, until I told him about my arrangement with H (an ask for permission situation). Then he was all about trying to hit on me again.

Okay, he's attractive. We have chemistry. So a month or so later (after N), I texted him that we may as well just hook up because this is such a long time coming. We do. It was great. But I'm wary of repeats because of the whole falling-for-N thing.

After a lot of attempted booty calls (once while I was being picked up by someone else, ego stroke), we finally talked. I told him what made me nervous. We agreed, just sex, but we're friends first and there won't be any feelings beyond that.

So, I guess I've got myself a friend with a capital F. Always good to have in your back pocket, you know?

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The N Debacle

Okay, story time.

A few months ago, I met this really cute guy, N. Dark hair, blue eyes, six feet tall. Sign me up. Things went pretty quickly (college.) and he met me at a bar the day after he got my number.

I admit, I was a bit cagey, because of the whole "I'm married" thing (which I promise, I'll get to in a different post). I mean, I don't want to put the guy off, because I want to climb him like a tree. Obviously. I ended up getting a little too drunk and letting it slip that I was in an open marriage (not true at the time) and making out with him at the second bar we went to. After bar close, I became so inebriated that I let it slip that I was not in an open marriage but hey, life is short right? And we end up making out on the street corner. I'm pretty classy, I know.

Fast forward maybe three days, to the first day of classes. Because I'm a go-getter, I end up texting him that I was out, alone, and that if he joined me he'd get more than a naughty picture. Needless to say, we hooked up.

It was good. Not bad, not amazing, but an all around good time. Good enough that we did it again, a couple weeks later. Another good time.

And then, like a bolt out of the blue, the third time we hook up is somehow the best sex I've ever had. I mean, I honestly haven't been able to get it out of my head and its been...three months? Something like that.

Our fourth hookup met much less fanfare, but felt intimate. We cuddled afterwards. He'd been talking to me a little more after I confessed that I was asking for a divorce (again, I'll get to it), maybe thinking we had a shot at an actual relationship? I developed feelings. I know, never do that!

To make an already long story slightly less long, I haven't seen him since that fourth hookup. About a week afterwards he sent one of those "let's talk" texts. Guessed it in one, he'd met someone "incredible" and he had a girlfriend now.

I get it, he was unable to get over my marriage/divorce, him being Catholic and all (and re-devoting himself to his faith. I guess I made him sin that badly). He tells me he was feeling anxious/depressed and that I helped and that yeah, that was selfish but he needed it and he was sorry and he still cares.

I shouldn't have been upset. It was supposed to be just sex. No feelings, no relationship. But then he stroked the side of my head that one time, that one intimate time and I realized that I could actually love this boy. Cue heartbreak that I can tell nobody about because hello, marriage.

Fast forward again, about a month. I get a random "hey" at 2 am. "I was just thinking about you, how's life?". I respond and don't get a reply for another month. What's the point of replying after a month that you forgot to reply? I know. Anyways, I reply, short and sweet. He tells me that we ended things on an abrupt and awkward note (true) but that he still cares about me (jury's out) and he wants to see how my life is going.

I proceed to get drunk and ask if he wants to get coffee to catch up. He replies that would be nice, yes.

So now I'm going to meet my ex-hookup whom I definitely still harbor secret feelings for and whom all of my friends dislike. And I have no idea what to wear.

~B

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I couldn't help but wonder...

Kidding. I won't do that.

What I will do is anonymously detail my life here. Nothing like telling strangers on the internet all of your most intimate details, right?

Get ready. I have a lot to say.

~B