It's been 5 days now. 5 long painful days, since I broke it off, finally, with B.
When I am ready to write it, in the next couple of days, I know that I will still be able to explain how I was feeling at the time, because I am still feeling it now.
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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