Some years back, i hit the bar solo to catch some game that was on. I get there.. and its these 2 older women I ended up sitting near them. One was blah, the other was nice looking. At some point, I ended up striking up conversation with the 2 ladies. Both were super kind. We bought rounds of drinks most the night. At the end of the night, We all were like “lets all get together sometime”. I really didnt totally mean it, but i figured, what the hell..
I exchanged numbers with the better looking one. Shes like in her mid 40’s. Mind you.. im not old, lol. She tells me that she’s separated and on the verge of divorcing. That was the red flag I ignored. We talk and text for about a week or so. She tells me that her and her husband still lives together.. just not in the same bed.
Again, i chose to ignore this blatant as red flag.
We decide to meet up for drinks. She gets there.. looking fine as all hell. We’re having a ball. Good conversation.. all that. Then… We were sitting on bar like stools. She was facing me with her legs in between mines. All kinds of frolicking.
All of a sudden, I hear this stern male voice like “whats going on here?” I tipsy as hell.. but i know this isnt good. I look up and he starts talking to her. She tells him its none his business. Its her husband. Worst awkward moment ever. So now im standing up because I just want to leave.
I mean.. Im not fighting this man over his wife. Does not make any sense. Now, im standing between him and her. I say “ima just go..”. The easiest way was to walk between them. He wasn’t having that.
He says “nah, you not going this way.”. So now im like fuck.. I may in fact have to hit this dude.
I decide that Im not fighting this man. I kinda go back around the stool and walk the other direction. I dip. Im walking to my ride.. pissed but happy it didn’t turn into a bigger problem. She calls me about 20 minutes after.. crying and apologizing. I tell her its cool (don’t know why I said that).. and she wants to come by just because she didnt want to go home.
Me thinking with my homie below, I say cool.
She comes over and we talk for awhile. Now, im worried that he followed her over.
I could have just told her not to come over, but what fun would that have been? And I guess a partial apology was her wanting to give me head. Im not in any position to decline, so yeah..
So the next day.. I look up her husband on Facebook. I was so buzzed, I couldn’t really remember what he looked like. I needed to know what this guy looked like in case I saw this guy out in public. We continue to mess around for maybe 2 months. We’d do dinner and drinks mostly.. She paid every time.
Who doesn’t like to be treated?
After a while, she began to have these crazy feelings. But im like.. you’re still married. How can you demand more from me? But I was loving being treated and random gifts. Like.. during our time, it was around black friday. She bought me like 3 or 4 Tigers fitteds. Folks that know me know I LOVE my Tigers fitteds.
So finally.. she ended it. She wanted more.. And it just wasnt gonna work out. Plus, she was still married. Whats so crazy is that she sent me a text on my birthday.. shocked that she remembered it. I can’t fuck with her anymore though. Although..nah, never mind. I just cant. Between being wined and dined and good sex.. I was ignoring all kinds of shit
like what if her hubby ran up on me wanting to put his paws on me.
My advice to yall… don’t fuck with married folks.