A decade ago I was stuck in grad school rewriting a thesis.
I had flunked the first oral defense and I was determined not to flunk it a second time. I sent the television home, and decided that I would work on the thesis full time nonstop.
I also decided that I would take on a lover for the semester.
He had a girlfriend and I used to date his best friend. Because of this, neither one of us would develop feelings for the other, we would just be lovers. We even drew up a contract.
That was the plan, anyway. Of course we caught feelings, and thankfully, I graduated before anything could develop.
Fast-forward 10 years and he's back. Ahh, the evils of Google. He's found me. We've been chatting.
The old memories were good ones.
We've even said the "L" word. We've DEFINITELY said the "F" word.
We were so ready to seal the deal when he tells me that he only has 3 weeks left as a bachelor.
So, what was the point?
One last fling before the wedding ring?
How pathetic.
