I met him at the candy store. He turned and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a childrens candy store, mind youthis was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your bosss wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.
Hypothetically speaking, of course. Ive been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.
The problem with wanting is that its like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I dont apologize for who I am or what Ive done inor outof bed.
I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I havent wanted anything else. Until Dan. Until now.