That Time I Fell in Love With a Married Woman
That did not end like I expected it to
It all started with a Facebook thread, of all things, an exchange between a group of people online, some strangers, some close friends…we have these exchanges every day, and I didn’t think much of it at the time when I was enjoying a chat in my downtime with a female friend of mine who I’d been talking to for quite some time.
It had been like this for a while. I’d been on a streak that had become a habit over the course of nearly a year, a litany of flirtations that I never saw anything but friendship and casual fun coming from. The endless stream of people in my vast and expansive social life was often like a river of ghosts, flowing past me as I introduced myself to one woman and said goodbye to another — always looking for someone that impressed me beyond words.
I wanted more…
Little did I know at the time that one of the most unusual experiences of my life was about to take place, as I sat at my laptop keyboard in Los Angeles, plucking away at each individual letter of the text, to compose whatever clever pieces of exchange I thought might bring me some amusement in my hours of relaxation.
In what seemed an unlikely time to fall in love, already having several flirtatious friends who I was talking…
