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Old Friend, Revisited

I am starting to think that I may have had an affair.

I was separated from my wife at the time. She was a friend of a friend of my wife. At one point, she had been a friend of my wife, but they had a falling out. I don't know why.

We had become friends, in a casual sort of way. We just kind of clicked, as people, not as a man and a woman. At least not that we would acknowledge to each other. We had many common interests, a similar life view, whatever that is, and a sense of camaraderie.

A couple of months into my year-long separation, a singer was coming to town that we both liked. I bought tickets. I asked my wife if she would mind if I went with her. My wife didn't mind. I asked her if she wanted to go. She asked me if my wife would mind. I said she wouldn't. He didn't sing my favourite song of his because he never sings anything from his first album. Other than that, the show was magical.

Over the next several months, we went to two other shows together, also with my wife's "permission." They were also magical. For one of them, we took the subway. On the ride back to where I had parked my car, our bare arms brushed against each other for a second or two. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before, or since. That was the only time we ever actually touched during that time.

During this time, the time of my separation, we talked. A lot. A real lot. We would spend hours on the phone, so much that we both upped our long-distance plans, after those first devastating bills. We talked about anything and everything. We acknowledged our attraction to each other. We discussed life, music, politics, children, relationships. You name it, we talked about it. We fell asleep on the phone together at least once, maybe more.

Once, when I dropped her off after the last of those shows, she invited me in for coffee before my long drive home. We had coffee, we smoked cigarettes, and we talked. A lot. A real lot. At some point I said I should go. She stood at the top of the stairs as I walked down them, where I stopped at the door to outside, and turned towards her to say goodbye. Then we talked. A lot...

That whole time, that night, I wanted to walk up those stairs. I wanted our skin to touch again. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to kiss her. I didn't do any of those things. Some time after we noticed that the sun had come up, we said our goodbyes from our respective ends of the stairwell, and I opened the door to outside and left.
   

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I want to read more...I'm waiting.

To feel that feeling again...*sigh*

Miss Melicious said...

I can't wait to hear ....the rest of the story.(you must read that in your head in Paul Harvey's voice, or it doesn't seem right.)

Kate Mohler said...

Quit smoking! Start loving.

Kate Mohler said...

I want to read more too!

The Beans said...

An emotional affair, perhaps...it is lovely to find someone with whom we can share that sort of affinity.

-Barb

Kate said...

Yes.

Lou said...

Wow. This is good. Can't wait for the next installment...soon i hope! :)

Sotapop said...

This is absolutely intriguing. Can't wait for the next post.

Anonymous said...

Your fucking feet must have been aching.

Just Me said...

Sometimes its too late to reconnect, please dont wait so long.

Anonymous said...

left where lego? you are still there..