Hi guys, thank you so much for your patience this week. I plan to have another post up Monday or Tuesday!
Also, you have may have noticed that I've turned on comment moderation. There seems to be a case of mistaken identity happening, and I've been getting some bizarre comments from someone who thinks I'm someone they know. I don't think that's the case. While pieces of this story are based on real life events, I can assure you that I've taken many creative liberties and made everything a lot more exciting than the real life events they're based on. Still, most of the blog is 100% fictional. In any case, the comments were coming over and over so I've turned on the moderation. All comments that aren't spam will be approved, and I hope that it doesn't discourage anyone from commenting, because I value your feedback quite a bit.
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I could only avoid the dating site for so long. I got an email every time I got a message,
and after getting several throughout the day on Sunday, I finally caved and
decided to explore it a little.
I wasn’t
impressed with any of the profiles of the guys that had messaged me so
far. I clicked through, deleting all the
messages. Chelsea would be so
disappointed. I clicked away from my
profile and began perusing some of the men’s profiles.
20 minutes passed quickly as I
explored the site. I was just about to close the site and think about going for a run when a familiar photo caught my
eye. I did a double take as I saw my
ex-husband, smiling in a photo that was at least 5 years old. As I clicked on the profile, my blood began
to boil when I realized it was a picture that I was in also—but of course he’d
cropped me out.
Every logical bone in my body told
me to stop and not read any further. But
my impulsive, masochistic side read through his profile. I rolled my eyes and got angrier as I saw that
he was talking about looking for his “one true love.” I scrolled through lies and lame canned lines
that I’d read on 15 other profiles. But
when my eyes fell on the line that said, “Joined 3 months ago,” my jaw
dropped. 3 months ago we had most
definitely still been married. We hadn’t
even been separated. 3 months ago I was
clinging desperately to the shreds of what was left, trying to rebuild my trust
in him. And 3 months ago, he was
trolling dating sites for fresh meat.
I closed the website quickly and
angrily. Then I slammed my laptop shut
way harder than was good for it. I
stomped around, getting running clothes on.
I stopped stomping as I went upstairs.
If Kevin wasn’t awake, I didn’t want to wake him up. I didn’t want to see him. Luckily, the coast was clear and I made it
safely outside to run off some of my anger.
I avoided Kevin as much as possible
for the next week and a half. The
Wednesday before Christmas, he left for a conference for work, and it was the
best day I’d had in months. I didn’t
have to sneak around, trying to avoid him.
I got to sit in the living room and watch TV on his absurdly large
television. I looked at a few more
houses, but none of them were good and I was quickly losing my motivation to
buy.
Before I knew it, it was the
Saturday before Christmas and I was getting ready for my…date? with Jamie. I was really looking forward to seeing him
and catching up. I took way too long to
get ready for what should have just been a friendly dinner, but I knew that was
probably not all it was. I was just
finishing my hair when the doorbell rang.
“Hi,” Jamie said with a huge grin
as I pulled open the door. He stepped
inside and hugged me, pulling me tightly against him. “It’s really good to see you.”
“No kidding!” I agreed, returning
his hug. “You look great.”
“Not as great as you,” he
countered, pulling back and looking me up and down.
“Yeah, well, stress agrees with my
waistline.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his
head. “Whatever. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I just need shoes.” I walked over to the closet and surveyed my
options. I settled on a pair of gray
suede booties that I wanted to take advantage of wearing while I still
could. The suede and 3 inch heel would
not be any match for later this winter when the snow and salt were
unavoidable.
As we walked out to Jamie’s car, he
slipped his arm around my shoulders.
“I’m glad we were able to figure out a time to get together before you
go home,” he said. He stopped and pulled
the passenger side door open for me.
I snorted and cocked an eyebrow at
him. “You know you don’t have to pretend
we’re on a date to secure your chances of getting laid, right?”
He burst out laughing. Shaking his head, he said, “Shut up and get
in the car, Jenna.” I did, and he was
still shaking his head and chuckling when he shut the car door. He walked around and got in. “You offend me,” he said, pretending to
actually be offended. “What kind of guy
do you think I am?”
“One that just got out of a long term
relationship and is going out to dinner to ‘catch up’ with a former fuck buddy
who just got divorced,” I replied.
“You haven’t changed a bit, and I
love it,” Jamie said, throwing the car into reverse and backing down the
driveway. “Speaking of divorced, where’s
the ex-husband tonight?”
“In Chicago at some work
conference,” I told him. “He’s been gone
since Wednesday and it’s been amazing.”
“And why are you still living
there? That must suck.”
I snorted. “It does, but I have a pretty sweet set up with
the whole lower level to myself. So it
sucks less than rushing out to a shitty rental that costs twice what it’s
worth.”
“I guess that makes sense,” he
reluctantly agreed.
It was nice catching up with Jamie
over dinner. We filled each other in on
our respective breakups and talked about our jobs. Jamie told me about living in Seattle, which
he loved. “You should come out and visit
sometime,” he suggested.
“That would be fun,” I agreed.
When we finished dinner, Jamie
asked if I wanted to go get a drink somewhere.
“How about we go have a drink at my place?” I asked. “I’ve got whiskey, vodka, and a decent
variety of wine.”
“Works for me,” he agreed.
We headed back to my house (or
Kevin’s house, I guess), and handed him the TV remote while I went to open a
bottle of wine. I poured two glasses and
brought them back to the living room. Jamie
took the glass I offered him and I sat down, next to him but an appropriate
distance away. “Now who’s pretending?”
he asked. “Get over here.”
I laughed and scooted closer to
him, nestling next to him when he put his arm around me. We made it long enough to finish our glasses
of wine before we started kissing. I
shifted and straddled his lap, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck
and laying the other one on his chest.
Things progressed quickly and
within minutes I was naked and sprawled across the couch with Jamie’s head
between my legs. I ran my fingers over
his short hair as he worked his magic with his tongue. He was even better than I remembered, and it
didn’t take long.
He made his way back up my body,
stopping to tease my nipple with his tongue.
“Do you have a bed?” he asked teasingly.
As he waited for me to answer, he sucked on my earlobe, which made it
hard to think.
“I think so,” I finally responded,
pressing my hips against his and groaning as he moved his mouth back down to
nibble on my collarbone.
Jamie
stopped what he was doing and laughed.
“I forgot how much your brain shuts down after you get off,” he teased
me. “Come on.” He stood and offered me a hand. I felt a little awkward walking downstairs
naked in front of him, but I was too focused on what was to come to care too
much.
I shivered
walking into my room and quickly switched the space heater on. “It’s freezing in here,” I complained.
“Come
here,” Jamie said. “I’ll warm you up.”
I cocked an
eyebrow at him. “You need to lose some
clothes first.” He was still fully
clothed and I wasn’t pleased with that at all.
He grinned and obliged me, pulling off his shirt while I got to work
unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
Once I had him fully naked, I sat him down on the edge of the bed and
started going down on him, returning the favor he’d paid me on the couch. He groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair,
holding it away from my face so he could watch me.
I could
tell he was getting close, but he tugged gently on my hair, pulling me up off
my knees. He reached for the box of
condoms I had strategically placed on top of my nightstand and took one out.
He’d only
been inside me for about 90 seconds when I heard footsteps upstairs. I froze, and Jamie stopped too. “What the fuck?” I hissed. I shoved him away and he rolled off me. I quickly pulled on a pair of flannel pajama
pants and a hoodie that were draped across my desk chair and opened my bedroom
door. When I heard the voices upstairs,
I stiffened. My teeth clenched as I
realized who was walking around the house.