Ahhh, it has been forever. I'm still trying to get over my breakup with Sporting Goods. It's been rough, I'm not gonna lie. I guess that's what happens when you really like someone. They fuck you up. Haha. Anyway, an old friend/acquaintance from high school visits NYC for the weekend so I agree to meet up with him. We've had flirtations in the past but now he's happily married and totally not my type.
So after a very long work day I decide to meet Mr. High School for dinner and lots of drinks. It's been quite a while since I've seen him so it's nice to catch up. During dinner, there are minor flirtations. That could also just be because I'm super flirtatious with people I'm semi attracted to. Since we sorta have history, it gave me more impetus to flirt. All innocent, of course. After dinner, we head to my favorite bar to meet up with my friends. I let loose and drink my ass off (what else is new?). Before you know it, we're holding hands and getting into a cab together. Inside the cab, HS has his arms around me and I'm breathing heavily into his ear. I'm wasted and horny...and still in rebound mode. HS starts caressing me and I turn my head. We kiss softly and get interrupted by the cab driver, "Which side do you want to be let out?"
HS and I get out holding hands. He walks me to my apartment and offers to tuck me in. He also tells me, "I'm married, remember?" I nod and take off my shirt. HS runs out of my apartment.
The next day, I wake up late and miss my flight to vacation with friends. Damn that karma! Damn married men! Damn my drunk ass!
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