I know karma will be waiting in an alley one day to jump out and give me a steel toed kick in the teeth. Or at least a good hair pulling from the poor girl whose life I’m secretly destroying. I deserve it.
I don’t need the hate. I don’t think anyone should be proud to be a side chick, and believe me, I’m not, and I never thought I would be this person.
So why am I doing it then?
I don’t think there is any other answer other than… I can be a real selfish asshole sometimes.
They have only been seeing each other for a month and a half, and they don’t have much of a sexual relationship. He was sick of dating and settled. Sounds familiar.
We both settled at the same time.
He tells me all the cookie-cutter things that guys that cheat in their girlfriends say to their side chick.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“I’m not this guy.”
“I’m going to break up with her – I just need some time.”
I do like him a lot. To be perfectly honest, he is everything I ever want in another human being (or maybe I have another sixteen year old crush with rose-colored glasses on).
I’m obviously going to proceed with extreme caution. He already said he wanted to get an apartment together – which is crazy but, maybe after you hit 30, you need to accept that “all in” attitude.
Like I said – I would do it again in heartbeat.
He also asked if we could get matching tattoos this morning. Maybe we should hold off on tattoos until he’s not linked on Facebook to a female that isn’t me.
Is it possible that we are perfect for each other… and we just missed our open availability time frame by such a short fraction?
Are we lucky to find each other this early on to make a choice to change course of direction before heading down the wrong road to the point of no (or at least more difficult) return?