Sometime around February a few years back came the man I will call the ”Other Guy.”

 

The Other Guy basically came out of loneliness when I wasn’t talking to another man named “My Age.”

He reminded me a lot of My Age. Wore dog tags, had tattoos, etc. He was also taller and stronger than I am and very sweet. So he would say the right things at the right times, and offered to spend time with me and felt guilty when he couldn’t. He was falling for me, fast and hard. He knew I was married, but he didn’t care. At one point, I think he was contemplating letting me meet his child. Something that he knew freaked me out, because kids are too easy to fall in love with, and too hard to say goodbye to.