I met up with an old flame yesterday. After 12 years of refusing (I’m thinking body/looks post 3 kids) I decided that yesterday was the day and I fancied a spot of lunch with some nice company as it’s Valentines Day this week.
So, I texted, got suited and booted and off I went whilst work was quiet, hubby away and kids at school.
Would I recognise him? would I instantly regret it the minute I saw him? would I know within minutes it was a big mistake and remember why I wasn’t with him? and more worringly would he pester me from that point on and I’d really wished I had not reopened Pandora’s Box?!
Nope. None of the above.
In fact, it was like 12 years had not past. The minute I saw him I recognised him (a little fatter perhaps but fine), I wanted him him to hold my hand (felt strange he didn’t) and we had lunch, wine and coffee. He’s doing quite well, married with 1 child and quite happy apart from the lack of action in the bedroom…but hey what’s new with married life?
I left feeling a tad merry on the way to pick up my clan from the various schools/clubs enjoying the reflection on old times, the rosey glow of an old romance and the thoughts of perhaps meeting up in the future no strings attached.
And what next?
NOTHING!! 12 bloody years of holding out and now I’m the one hanging on like he has been since 1997.
Think Pandora’s box was opened and he just didn’t like the look of it —–