100 Days Project

Lindy: Never Postpone a Prompting

I am going to finely craft a paragraph everyday.
100 paragraphs = a collection of 5-8 short stories.
Life unscripted - these are to be a collection of my inner city tales - outrageous things I've seen and heard. I've always wanted to write them, half are still in my head, the others need fine-tuning.

After that I couldn’t stay away. I just wanted to hang out with her and, I suppose, try to get a bit of what she had. It felt like she was the female opposite of me on some levels although she was a grown up. I’d wasted the last 30 years of my life having a good time and partying. She was a greenie who recycled her rubbish and even had a vegetable garden. She was kind and she cared about others, and a great Mum who adored her children. All of these things I was lacking in my life. It seemed it gave life a purpose.

I had always been a gay man. I liked men and the freedom of uncomplicated relationships. I’d never been with a woman before. My longest relationship had been three years with the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

I hardly saw her husband, he was never around. He was often away on business or working late at the office. He spent his weekends playing golf. I’d met him a few times, but only to wave and nod at. He looked like any middle aged, balding accountant. And  I came to understand that she was a lonely housewife.

We started running together. I’d get up at 6am after a lifetime of big nights out where coming home in the early hours was my norm. I used to see those people in the morning excercising and think what losers they were. Now I was becoming one of them.

I know she really liked me to but as I was a gay man she felt safe around me – she saw my flirtatious behaviour as part of my overtly camp personality. I stopped being interested in the one night hook-ups I was so used to. I felt good because it meant I was changing. And I did come to believe that I was falling in love with her and I’d met my soul mate. Of course I just wanted to have her, I was obsessed but I couldn’t see that then.

It took about three months before anything actually happened. It was her birthday and she was very drunk. We were the last ones at the party I just kissed her. And she kissed me back. She felt guilty and full of remorse the next day and avoided me for a week. And then it happened again. This time we were sober. And then it snowballed after that. As I say we had a special bond and it didn’t take long before we were in bed together and that was the start of our affair. I loved the thrill of it, of being with a woman, and having her despite her husband.

It wasn’t long before she left her husband and moved in with me and I jumped the fence! It was the craziest thing I had ever done but it seemed so right - we adored each other and being together. We had no doubts that this was the thing to do. The friendship was the most meaningful relationship I had ever had. The sex was great and I embraced becoming a straight man and a father figure to her children.

Day 22:

Across the Road