So I had this friend for years and there was always chemistry. Nothing happened though. One day he takes me to lunch and says "I'm getting married." Within an hour we were in bed, his call, I followed along, though. Then we slept together every week, at least once a week, even though he lived with his fiancee. I moved away, he started traveling to see me, and I'd see him when I came back to town, which has been monthly. Now he's married. Last night, we started planning our next rendezvous. I feel guilty and at the same time I think, this is his issue, not mine. But if I was her, I'd hate us both.
Confession posted on 05/09/2003