My husband and I went to a hotel bar and pretended we were strangers.
He sat three stools away and bought me a drink. I told him a fake name. He asked whether I was married. I said, “Unfortunately.”
It started as a joke, but something changed. He looked at me differently. I remembered how confident he used to be before bills, kids, and blood pressure medication.
We took the elevator upstairs without holding hands.
The next morning we ate room service in bed and laughed until I cried.
I did not realize how badly I missed being wanted by the person who already had me.
No ma’am. Also… continue.
I would not survive one hotel lie. My face confesses before I do.
The wrong dad photo would have turned me into a person who lives off grid.
Please do not confuse chemistry with a good idea. I have done that research.
I would be sick with guilt for six months and then somehow do it again.
I would move counties. Maybe states.
I would delete every message and then remember the cloud exists.
You are chasing aliveness, not necessarily that person.
Okay but was he worth blowing up your whole Tuesday?
Pretending not to know each other is hotter than it has any right to be.
The wife inviting you over is where I would simply leave Earth.
Everybody in this story needs to sit down and drink some water.
My aunties would have solved this with one look across the kitchen.
I need names changed, locations blurred and part two by morning.
You can want something and still leave it the hell alone.
Baby, chemistry is not character. Learned that one the expensive way.
My husband would know something was up because I suddenly shaved both legs.
Girl, that man is not your soulmate. He is available lighting and bad judgment.
That little thrill is gonna come with a full invoice later.
You cannot put this back in the toothpaste tube, babe.
I’m gonna need everybody tested, hydrated and honest.
Your nervous system thinks danger is chemistry. That does not mean invite it over.
I came for gossip and stayed for poor decision making.
No judgment, but this is exactly how a three episode documentary starts.
I hate that I understand the appeal.
I support women’s rights and occasionally women’s wrongs. OCCASIONALLY.
This is hot in theory and a migraine in real life.