Outed
It was midday today. I was at business lunch. The subject line of Carolyn's message was simply "?", the message "Did you get my text message last night?"
I have not really written about her in this blog, but I have been seeing her for about a month. We met on the subway, it was during the evening rush and I think that our hands touched as we reached for the poles that have replaced the proverbial straps. I smiled, we chatted.
She recently moved to the City from New Orleans. She has a boyfriend there, she loves him and hopes to marry him. But we still exchanged cards. I called, talked about business, then asked her out. We met, and we clicked. It has been wonderful.
I had not received a text message from her. So I called, no answer, so I left a message. I emailed her too to let her know. We had much earlier had problems with messages going to wrong receipients, so I sent her this text message "Pls call me on cell"
"I'll call you tonight, we need to talk."
My blood went cold. Is she okay? Oh, I thought, is she late? We've always used condoms, but what could it be?
"What is it about? Is everything ok?" Suspense kills me, and I was now worried. I was distracted and I was not paying attention to my business.
"Fine we'll talk later" she was not giving me anything. But I needed to get back to work.
"OK." I responded in resignation, but relieved that she was alright.
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10:30 tonight. She has not called, so I call.
"What's up?"
"I found your blog. I looked at the sites that you went to the night you were here."
I felt weak.
"I don't think we should have sex anymore" she said. "I don't want to be part of this life, with you and the ballerina. I don't appreciate it that you left my house this week and went to sleep with another woman..."
We talk for another 10 minutes.
"You are in love with another woman" she says. She's obviously read my blog from earlier today.
"And you love another man."
"I'd like us to be friends" she says, "I just can't have sex with you any more."
Sad. I like her too, a lot. I am not 'in love' with her, but I care for her. Our relationship has always been very honest. I know about Jimmy -- her boyfriend -- and she knew about Dara.
There is a moral here... either don't blog, or be pretty damn careful where you blog from.
I have not really written about her in this blog, but I have been seeing her for about a month. We met on the subway, it was during the evening rush and I think that our hands touched as we reached for the poles that have replaced the proverbial straps. I smiled, we chatted.
She recently moved to the City from New Orleans. She has a boyfriend there, she loves him and hopes to marry him. But we still exchanged cards. I called, talked about business, then asked her out. We met, and we clicked. It has been wonderful.
I had not received a text message from her. So I called, no answer, so I left a message. I emailed her too to let her know. We had much earlier had problems with messages going to wrong receipients, so I sent her this text message "Pls call me on cell"
"I'll call you tonight, we need to talk."
My blood went cold. Is she okay? Oh, I thought, is she late? We've always used condoms, but what could it be?
"What is it about? Is everything ok?" Suspense kills me, and I was now worried. I was distracted and I was not paying attention to my business.
"Fine we'll talk later" she was not giving me anything. But I needed to get back to work.
"OK." I responded in resignation, but relieved that she was alright.
---
10:30 tonight. She has not called, so I call.
"What's up?"
"I found your blog. I looked at the sites that you went to the night you were here."
I felt weak.
"I don't think we should have sex anymore" she said. "I don't want to be part of this life, with you and the ballerina. I don't appreciate it that you left my house this week and went to sleep with another woman..."
We talk for another 10 minutes.
"You are in love with another woman" she says. She's obviously read my blog from earlier today.
"And you love another man."
"I'd like us to be friends" she says, "I just can't have sex with you any more."
Sad. I like her too, a lot. I am not 'in love' with her, but I care for her. Our relationship has always been very honest. I know about Jimmy -- her boyfriend -- and she knew about Dara.
There is a moral here... either don't blog, or be pretty damn careful where you blog from.
posted by SagaciousDemon at 11:16 PM
