As the weeks went by, and I saw my neighbors less and less, I started going stir crazy. I had to get out of the house. I had to go out and try to make my own friends. I just needed to be somewhere where I could disappear. Of course, I ended up at a bar.
I had a good time. A couple of shots, some ice water. Watching people dance, drink, play pool, flirt. It was just about midnight and I was getting ready to leave. A group of three young guys had been sitting near me and making jokes. I couldn't help but giggle. They brought me into the conversation and I started having more fun. One talked me into going for a ride on his bike. It was a blast. He grabbed ahold of my calf as we drove the road. He told me I was hot. He told me I was beautiful. That I had a great grip with my legs. I believed him too. When we got back, they were getting ready to leave and asked if I wanted to follow them back to the house and have another beer. I was having a great time, so I went. We all chatted some more and joked around. I found myself being more and more drawn to him in particular. As I left, he gave me his number.
A few days later we decided to meet up and go out together again. Had a few drinks, then he asked me to go for a walk on the beach. Noone had asked me to do that before. He noticed little things about me and told me about them. My smile, my eyes, my personality, my body. He kissed me out there on the beach.... and said it was amazing. I devoured every compliment. He made me feel like I really was the most beautiful person in the world.
He knew right from the beginning that I was married, and I was very honest with him about my relationship. He didn't care at all. He said he just loved spending time with me. We hung out every Wed. night for several weeks. Then... he quit answering my texts. Said he got really busy at work. Said his phone wasn't letting all texts come through. I knew he was lying. I didn't know why he was. Maybe he felt more? Maybe he wanted more? Maybe... he had just been feeding me lines and didn't mean any of it. They worked though. I melted when he started telling me those things. He was terrible in bed but I didn't mind. He told me how amazing I was... and it made up for it. He was so cute and funny. And young. 10 years younger than me!!
That was a huge ego boost for me. I felt like I really had something going on.
But it still hurts that he doesn't talk to me anymore. I miss him and I considered him a friend.