"Hi Liam, it's Sarah" she says, as if she didn't know I'd see her ID come up on the display.
"Hiya, what's up?" I say, trying to sound unconcerned without being overtly cold (and failing).
"Umm, I was wonder if we could meet up after work tonight, I've got something of yous I want to give you back and I need to ask you for your advice on something."
"Err... okay, umm, I don't think I'm doing anything, what's the advice about?"
"I'll tell you when we meet, how about in the Ship in Soho about 6:00?"
"Right, okay, sure."
She rings off and then I realise what a pickle I'm in already. Firstly I'm gonna have to either tell my girlfriend I'm meeting my ex (very bad idea) or I have to lie to her about why I'll be late home (rock and a hard place). I opt for the lie, I'm not sure why, possibly cos I'm a coward and possibly because if she never finds out then there's no harm done. So I tell her I'm gonna meet my friend Neil for a drink.
When I get to the ship Sarah is already there sitting in the corner with a pint of lager, the Ship is a relatively quiet pub during the weekday early evening and she's found herself a table. As usual she looks stunning, and the realisation that I still think she's attractive sits in the back of my mind as I say hi and then get a pint from the bar. This is turning into too much of a story, so I'll be more plain speaking about it. She hands me a package, inside which are a couple of CDs of mine, I tell her she could have posted them and she says that she needed to speak to me anyway. We talk about a few pleasantaries and have another drink and I realise I'm not feeling as uncomfortable as I thought I would. Anyway, the evening passes and I realise that it's nearly time to go, so remember why I'm here and I ask her what she wants to talk about and she tells me, and here's the real need for quotation marks:
"I'm still in love with you." Just like that, without batting an eyelid.
Instantly alarm bells ring in my mind, I look for the nearest exit, realising this is all going to end very badly. Unfortunately I don't get up and run, I just sit there and look at her. I can see myself staring at her and I kow my mouth has dropped open and suddenly I'm like two people, the me that's sitting there at the table and another me that's watching the whole thing unfurl from some view behind my own eyes. Like in Inner Space.
Anyway, instead of saying something sensible like 'Sarah, that's very flattering, but I've moved on' or 'I'm with someone else now', I say the worst thing possible, I say:
"Oh, right"
As if she's been listening to the thoughts in my head she says:
"Well at least you didn't tell me to stop right there."
I fumble with what to do now and every second that passes I see the escape hatch getting further away. I don't even realise I've had too much to drink now to make a clear decision about what is happening and whether it's natural emotion or drunken lust, I start to feel excited about what is happening. She leans across the table till we're very close and starts saying things about how good we were together and how she misses the fun we used to have and she's been thinking about me all the time and I don't even hear what she's sreally saying. All I can think about is 'damn I want to sleep with you'. It's like the fact she's no longer mine makes her more attractive, forbidden fruit syndrome. And then I realise that I've actually put my hand on hers and she's leaning forward to kiss me. I've never had sex in a toilet before...
Ugg.... 😞
Originally posted by StarrmanOoooooooops. I bet every passing minute you feel a little bit more guilty than you did the minute before.
"Hi Liam, it's Sarah" she says, as if she didn't know I'd see her ID come up on the display.
"Hiya, what's up?" I say, trying to sound unconcerned without being overtly cold (and failing).
"Umm, I was wonder if we could meet up after work tonight, I've got something of yous I want to give you back and I need to ask you for your advice on somethi ...[text shortened]... and she's leaning forward to kiss me. I've never had sex in a toilet before...
Ugg.... 😞
Originally posted by StarrmanYou've never had sex in a toilet before?
"Hi Liam, it's Sarah" she says, as if she didn't know I'd see her ID come up on the display.
"Hiya, what's up?" I say, trying to sound unconcerned without being overtly cold (and failing).
"Umm, I was wonder if we could meet up after work tonight, I've got something of yous I want to give you back and I need to ask you for your advice on somethi ...[text shortened]... and she's leaning forward to kiss me. I've never had sex in a toilet before...
Ugg.... 😞
pfffffft....
Be easy on yourself dude. We all make mistakes and you're going to have to live with yourself for a while yet. Forgive and forget!
Originally posted by tmetzlerThe only thing is if she really does love him, and this was was just a casual thing for starrman then there could be trouble ahead ....
I sure hope for your sake that your present gf doesn't play chess online. And MAKE SURE TO GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT with your friend/alibi.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Happened to me, so I have learned from bitter experience, tis best to keep Rambo back inside his pants.
Easier said than done mind.
Originally posted by StarrmanTsk tsk tsk.... I really do feel sorry for you now (the honest way, not sarcastic). You're in a lose-lose situation.... if you tell your gf, she'll probably leave you (depending on the kind of person she is) and if you don't you'll have your concience to deal with...
"Hi Liam, it's Sarah" she says, as if she didn't know I'd see her ID come up on the display.
"Hiya, what's up?" I say, trying to sound unconcerned without being overtly cold (and failing).
"Umm, I was wonder if we could meet up after work tonight, I've got something of yous I want to give you back and I need to ask you for your advice on somethi ...[text shortened]... and she's leaning forward to kiss me. I've never had sex in a toilet before...
Ugg.... 😞
The problem is, I can understand you now when I read your post and I don't condemn you for what you did... but if you were my bf I'd definately react differently, so...
*hugs Starrman*
shit happens
Angie😕
Why on earth did you do it?
Do you not realise what people do in the toilets - piss and poo.
Why on earth would anyone want to have sex in the same place that loads of strangers have pissed and poo'd?
Was it really worth it? That snatched couple of minutes, in a dirty smelly toilet?
After all, sex with an ex is a bit like masturbation in that 99% of the time you are fantasising about someone else, only if your girlfriend catches your with an ex it has far more serious repercussions.
You have now done this once and it won't be long until you try ity again.
Your current girlfriend deserves better, much better.
I think you should get both your ex and your pres together for a few cocktails. That way you could talk yourself into a more lucrative situation.
By my reconing, your pres. girlfriend will find out. She will.
Your ex will keep calling you or else she will show up in public while out with your pres. gf and you will be forced to make the worste kind of lie......lying to your girlfriends face while the ex gives her a sh1t eating grin that your pres. gf will not miss.
You are DOOOOOMED! I know from experience.
RTh