The Power of 3?
So, yes I’ll admit. I’m a bit of a slut. Well, the male version of it. Anyway. I hooked up with this guy, and we spent hours together. We talked a bit, but mostly with each other and just enjoying life. Life was grand; here I thought I found someone that I would be comfortable with. Same insights, same likes and dislikes and all of that. I was a happy man.
Then. After the third time we were together, I didn’t hear from him. What the f(&*( happened. Maybe he had a lot of work to do. Maybe he needed a break? Perhaps there was an emergency with his family? I don’t know. For all, I knew he was dead in a ditch being raped by a meth addict.
Come to find out he got back in touch with me. He said that he was visiting Vegas for that week and had a lot of fun. Now he’s back home with his wife and kids somewhere in New York.
Really? What the hell? Couldn’t he tell me this first? Let me know that I was going out with a married man? OMG. What is wrong with this world?