I was always the one that never had a boyfriend in high school or any guy that would give me the time of day. After finishing secretarial school where my friend and I met a great girl, we would go to the club every Saturday night. Most of the guys there would ask you to dance or buy you a drink in the hopes of getting you into bed - giving them a blow job or both. I wasn't into that scene but my 2 friends were. I didn't want a one night stand or just to meet the guy once a week just to have sex. I wanted a guy who was around - you know to take you to a movie, dinner, spend time with you. After that scene I began to go out with other friends and other places. I met a friend thru another friend and we became very close. Our friend found a great guy and we end up going many places together. We developed a great friendship. The only thing about her that was a little upsetting was how she was always out to find a man to screw her. She didn't always succeed but she tried. We went on vacation together and she met a guy and they spend a lot of time together and I was enjoying myself on the dance floor and drinking and writing my poems and stories - my favorite past time. I wrote a lot of love poems during my very lonely days and found myself day dreaming. A few years after our friendship, it became almost like we didn't know each other anymore.
I met this guy who I thought was great and we got along and within a year we were married. We shared a lot of interests and sports and had a great time whatever we did. Somethings started to changed about 4 years into our marriage. He started to go out with the guys once a month which was no problem as I went out with the girls but then he was going out once a week and sometimes twice. I would come home and start cooking to only find out that he wouldn't be around for dinner. I had great lunches with the leftovers and shared with my co-workers. We had started to grow apart. I asked him one night if we were ok and he said "yes why??" And I told him that he was going out more frequently with them and less with me. This angered him and he hit me and told me to shut up and never say that again. He went out that night and came back about 3 that morning and it was a work night. He had a hangover so he stayed home and I went into work. I was stunned over the my husband hitting me and didn't say another word about it.
I was working at a great job right out of school and I received a promotion which allowed me to get out of the office once a week to meet with some of my customers whom I only speak with but never get to meet.
One of my favorite customers was on my list for the following week. I kept thinking about one of the sales people that I always deal with. We have a great working relationship. We laugh and joke - share things about our families and friends and interests and activities. I think that we even flirt with each other too. He had a very sexy voice and a great hardy laugh.
He asked me to meet him about a year before for a drink but for some reason I told him I would but I never did. I didn't think my husband would like the idea at first but then we never brought it up again. He is also married and has 2 sons and a daughter.
I called him that afternoon and told him that I was going to be stopping at his place next week for a meeting with him and that we would finally get to meet each other. He was just as excited to meet me as I was him.
I went shopping after work to find a new outfit to wear for the meeting. It's not like I didn't have any clothes but this meeting was special and I wanted to look my best. I scheduled a manicure and pedicure and a haircut too. I was like a nervous school girl but I just wanted to look nice.
That weekend my husband went out on Friday and Saturday night and he came home both nights drunk and smelling like perfume - more than ever before. I asked him if we were still going out for dinner on Sunday night and he said "Hell no, I'm not in any condition to go out. I'm going to watch the game tonight and just relax.
My blood boiled and I went to get my dinner for that night and some food shopping done. I was angry but didn't tell anyone not even my best friend who knows something is wrong. I finally broke down and told her what my husband has been up to and that he hit me when I questioned him. She was angry and wanted to go beat him up.
I was telling her about meeting my client on Wednesday and getting "the works" at the salon on Tuesday night. She knows about our work relationship and teasing and flirting.