My recent story:
I recently went back to visit my home town area. I haven't lived there for a great many years, and had not been back there for at least ten years. Thanks to Facebook, I was able to get in contact with my high school girlfriend from there. We were each other's firsts, but thanks to my dad getting a job across country, he moved our family away, which prevented it from going any further.
I have always carried a torch for her, no matter the women I've had or how many years separated us. So it was great news that she wanted to see me when I arrived there. I knew she was married and had kids, but I didn't care.
We had some fun, but I could always feel her keeping things at arms length. I understood. She had a husband and a house full of kids, and I had no intention of being a home wrecker. But damn, it sure was nice to be with her.
So I return home and she starts texting me, flirting with me and saying things that girls say. I guess that now I'm half a continent way, she thinks its safe to do such things. I go along with it, like an alcoholic yearning for another drink. I know it's not healthy, as there's no future in it (unless she divorces, but isn't likely), but I keep drinking in it.
Anyway, I guess that I'm a glutton for punishment. I want more of her, even if it's this small part, even if it is, in the end, a waste of time.
/end whining like a bitch