Oh...Shit...!!
Dudester
I need to preface this, please stay with me.
I was quite young when my first GF, Rose, cheated on me by having sex with some guy. Because we had been GF/BF since we were in diapers, my mom tried to get me to forgive and forget. "It's not that simple", I explained, "when a male and female have sex, they are bonded forever, no matter what happens with the relationship." (Doesn't it suck when you're smarter and wiser than your parent ?)
From 2004 to 2006, Kat was my first ATF. Not only did we have chemistry in bed, we had similar likes in music and movies. On our last weekend together, lying in bed, I told her "I really care about you. I think you're great." She shot me a look, got up, got dressed, and left. She changed her address, phone number, and club.
So, tonight, I was coming out of work. There were two cops coming out of the business next door. One of the cops was her.
I stood there like a turkey in the rain, thunder struck, gobsmacked. When she got to the car, she looked up and saw me, and froze. After a moment, her partner got her in the car. The car then slowly came around. We stared at each other for thirty seconds, then the car left.
I have no idea what she told her partner.
I was quite young when my first GF, Rose, cheated on me by having sex with some guy. Because we had been GF/BF since we were in diapers, my mom tried to get me to forgive and forget. "It's not that simple", I explained, "when a male and female have sex, they are bonded forever, no matter what happens with the relationship." (Doesn't it suck when you're smarter and wiser than your parent ?)
From 2004 to 2006, Kat was my first ATF. Not only did we have chemistry in bed, we had similar likes in music and movies. On our last weekend together, lying in bed, I told her "I really care about you. I think you're great." She shot me a look, got up, got dressed, and left. She changed her address, phone number, and club.
So, tonight, I was coming out of work. There were two cops coming out of the business next door. One of the cops was her.
I stood there like a turkey in the rain, thunder struck, gobsmacked. When she got to the car, she looked up and saw me, and froze. After a moment, her partner got her in the car. The car then slowly came around. We stared at each other for thirty seconds, then the car left.
I have no idea what she told her partner.
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The greater problem is feelings. If you ever had any feelings for her, you must do your best to set them aside. How can you trust her? If you want to see her again, how do you know that she is not working undercover vice? Was she a cop when you were seeing her?
Tragically, this reminds me of an old movie. I can't remember the title, but I think the pre-Superman Christoper Reeve played the lead. In post war Italy a young U.S. Army priest falls in love with a novice nun. She never sees him in a cassock, only in his officer's uniform. The climax of the movie is her investiture and final vows when she is shocked and stunned to see him in full clerical garb, for the first time, in a ceremony presided over by the Pope.