I received an unexpected text from B tonight; he apologised for being a "joke" last night. I replied that he was just drunk, not a joke, and that Id wrap him in my arms anytime (and to have a good night).
My life is actually rather complicated, even though I personally am not.
I'm 40, and not unattractive. Slim, take care of myself, reserved. A mum of a bunch of beautiful kids, single for a few years now.
He - I'll refer to him as B - is 7 years my junior. Married to - from the pictures Ive seen thanks to a certain networking site - a smiley cutesy wife. 2 gorgeous very young boys, and lives only 10 minutes away. He is a musician and entertainer.
We met briefly at a gig he was doing in 2009. We didn't even speak, but he is the first man that I ever remember making me feel that I wanted to take into another room and rip his clothes off and ride him. As raw as that. Just one look, and I was gone.
Now of course, thats all changed!
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