Dr. Wannabe is a TA at the local university. I call him Dr. Wannabe because he has latched on to this weird artificial idea of what it means to be an English professor. I've known him for about 4 years. In the past year he started wearing sweater vests, discussing bad foreign films, and drinking beer far more expensive then he can afford.
He is also my favorite on-again/off- again booty call.
It all started about 2 years ago in what is admittedly one of the biggest mistakes of my life when it comes to relationships. I slept with Dr. Wannabe despite being in a relationship with someone else, who I will call Ted.
Ted is a nice guy for the most part. I had to end things because I could not reconcile by problems with our relationship. Well that and he was an emotionally abusive man child but that is beside the point. He still has no idea I slept with Dr. Wannabe and both the good Doctor and I want to keep it that way.
Anywho, I got off work Saturday and went over to the Doctors house. That day we were going to grab some beer and watch movies. Sex was going to happen, it was inevitable.
I find myself thinking that the Doctor is someone I truly care for. The problem is I screwed that up by sleeping with him while with someone else. I can never be in an actual relationship with him because our entire sex life started out based on a lie. So he will forever be the man that I know I could have made something beautiful with but never will because of one stupid night of drunken debauchery.
Ladies, when in a relationship with someone DO NOT cheat on them with the person you could theoretically see yourself spending your life with. You will doom it. Also just to be safe, don't dump the guy you are with for this ideal mate. At least give some other excuse and time in between.
After what was surprisingly lackluster sex, we both went outside for a smoke. The cycle began again.
We do this a lot. A tension builds up over a period of time, casual flirting, stolen glances, jokes and innuendo, then BAM! Sex. Then nothing. He can't even look me in the eye.
When we saw each other on the down low it was at the utmost discretion. Understandable.
But now I am still the dirty little secret. I end up being that for a lot of people usually.
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