Should I date a married man? He is in a loveless marriage and we have been seeing each for months and I’m start to catch feelings. I’m dying to know what you think.
Dear Mister Mistress,
Almost an affair to remember when he arrived at my friend’s place at 3 am. Now, I’m trying to forget. I shouldn’t have considered spreading my legs to a married man. How far was I willing to go?
He was a life coach living a lie. But my friend wanted a taste of my married man. “We can play with him together,” he said. “No,” I said. “I already have to share him with his wife.”
What you put out does come back. I felt bad for his wife. Yet we kissed. He brushed his dick on my ass in the elevator. I wanted him in that moment. I imagined a life filled with stolen moments and secret hookups.
“Can you give me your friend’s number?” He texted a week later. “I want to have a conversation with him.”
Oh, hell no! My instincts were right. I’m glad I didn’t fuck him on that nasty couch. How could I think he could be loyal to me when he cheated on his wife?
I would never again get involved with a married man. And you shouldn’t either.
I have a crush on my best friend and I’m afraid he doesn’t love me in that way. But I don’t know if I can go on being his friend. What if he rejects me? What should I do?
Dear Just Friends,
Feeling like you’re more than just friends created blurred lines and gray areas. Leroy and I have been friends for 5 years. I haven’t seen him in the past two. I met him at a bar with a mutual friend. We hung out at a crack house when Metro closed. He ate my ass in the kitchen while crackheads walked in and out. I wrote about that here.
I guess I always liked him. We spent many nights together where we got drunk, shared movies and meals. Could this friend be something more?
Leroy was present for the married man drama. The next morning I noticed bug bites masquerading as track marks tattooed on my body. I haven’t slept there since. He had the predilection for dating white guys who could support him. We made plans to meet up on a Sunday for brunch and barhopping. We were on the precipice of progress. He disappeared. The last time Leroy called, he spent a week in the hospital. He said he would call. He never did.
This could be a cautionary tale. Choose wisely.
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