Last Thursday I saw The Auditioning Pretty AE (she is different from The Pretty Account Supervisor, you may remember)…we went out on the town a bit and had a good time, as you do during a night out on the town. As the night wound down we made out like teenagers for a bit and made vague plans to get drinks sometime.
This had high potential to end well.
On Tuesday morning, after I was back from the wedding I was at over the weekend (which is another post in itself) I get one of those lengthy emails you always kind of hope for. It touched on what a great time she had with me, how she wished I could have stayed longer, how it was too bad that I was away for the weekend, etc and so on. Before you know it we’re kicking emails back and forth at a pretty solid clip.
And then at night it starts up with text messages.
She starts talking about getting together later in what would be this week after she is all moved in (she was moving midweek).
Things are going well. Really well. Too well.
Yesterday afternoon at the office I am riding the elevator with a couple of ladies from the media department at the House of Biz and they’re giving me stink eye the whole way up the elevator. Then I get to my desk and I have an email from a friend that just rips into me saying things like “shame on you!” and “what do you think you are doing hooking up with [The Auditioning Pretty AE]?”
I am confused.
So I email The Auditioning Pretty AE to find out what’s up. I mean, we haven’t known each other long but we do have friends in common…she does work at a different agency in town and we all know that agency life no matter where you live is pretty darn incestuous…and I want to figure out just what the hell is going on because, as a rule, I don’t like getting bitched at without knowing why.
I walk off to a creative review and when I come back maybe an hour later I have a whole mess of emails from her.
I will let the words of her emails to me tell the rest of the story:
– I should have been completely upfront and honest with you from the beginning. By now you know that I have a boyfriend…and that my move this week is a move in with him. Perfect timing, I know.
– I have dated [Official Cuckold of the Story] for three years now and, whether it was with him or in general, I have never had any doubts with where my life was headed. I had it all figured out…until I met you. I have a huge crush on you. When we met at that happy hour I was excited to meet you and every time we hung out since then I looked forward to it like you wouldn’t believe. But even then, I didn’t expect that it would develop into some kind of feelings for you.
– What happened on Thursday night has never happened to me before…I have never even been tempted by someone else, let alone kissed them, while I was dating someone. After it happened I know that I was either going to wake up feeling really guilty or really excited. I woke up feeling excited. And it kind of scared me.
– I am so sorry…believe me, if you you just want to stop talking to me altogether I totally understand. However, and I know that I am stretching, on the off chance that I haven’t completely scared you away I do still want to see you at some point. I hope that you want to see me, too.
She still wants to go out!
I officially retire from life.