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He was a friend of a friend, I can't remember who requested the add... at first, there was a lot of frenzied "OH MY GOSH HOW ARE YOU AND WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??" conversations and just catching up on how life was going. I hadn't seen him in years, not since my family moved away from the town I spent most of my childhood in. It was a pleasant surprise to reconnect with, well, my best friend - someone that I can remember spending many days and nights playing with outside, sitting on the playground and talking for hours (like, we really used to wax poetic about some really deep stuff to be seven- eight- nine-years-old at that point...), eating lunch and doing homework together, etc., etc.
Probably the first inkling that things could be problematic was a conversation we had about loss. We'd both lost someone in our immediate family, and in the same manner. I think even then - I thought things were getting too emotional and the conversations a bit intense, but didn't say it aloud because I thought that maybe it was just me... and I didn't want to make things out to be something they weren't. Or moreso, just to even bring that into the conversation...and, at that point, it wasn't like we were chatting every day, moreso just every now and again. And it was so helpful to have someone to talk to who understood. But most importantly, it couldn't be an issue because... I was in a relationship...and he was newly married.
So, fast-forward to the present. Our chats were ramping up again. He wanted to meet for lunch and I said I didn't think that was a good idea. Then he asked if I was seeing anyone, and I said no. And out came the proposition - which, it all happened so fast. I was speechless. He apologized profusely. And he didn't contact me again for a while after that...but his FB posts were becoming more and more cryptic, and while I couldn't be positive he was talking about me, the shoe seemed to fit.
The funny thing is, while our personalities are quite similar, we are certainly different on the outside - I've grown up to be the indie/green living/hipster/artsy type, the quintessential granola-eating black girl living in a downtown loft apartment and backpacking through Europe in the summers...he's grown up to be the stereotype of all things Southern - the proud owner of a big truck with mud tires and the sprawling country house, has a heavy drawl, loves his mama, football, fishing, country music and sweet tea. (Of course, good/bad character is universal..)
He texted me the other day to say he was sorry, among other things. I told him ok...and that was it.
I'm just posting because, I'm still in shock...I know not to engage further....the sad thing is, we were both raised in really religious, conservative families...he knows I'm not that kind of girl....though I am ashamed to say that when I fell asleep that night, I had the most all-kinds-of-erotic dream and woke up really hot and bothered.
I've had that what-if-this-had-happened-maybe-five-years-ago-instead-of-two moment, but of course that doesn't really matter...
You thought you were being friendly and he was starting an emotional affair. He should be saving his deep conversations for his wife. Many affairs start over finding old friends and lovers on fb.
Unfriend him and move on. People change and we can't bring back the past. Unfortunately, he is obviously missing some character building blocks that you picked up and used to build your own life along the way.
Your former friendship doesn't give him the right to suggest something that is so out of line. If I were you, I would be very offended.
What's this "mistress" stuff anyway? Did he use that word? Or did he just ask to get in your pants?
You should take the opportunity! Men are much more attentive with their mistresses than with their wives. And you can't he wasn't honest.
Perhaps, if the man happened to be married to a potted cactus or something. I'd like to think that most sensible men would choose wives they would want to be attentive to. But I've never been married before, not counting that one time in Vegas, so what do I know.
Perhaps, if the man happened to be married to a potted cactus or something. I'd like to think that most sensible men would choose wives they would want to be attentive to. But I've never been married before, not counting that one time in Vegas, so what do I know.
(also, don't do it. he'll never ever leave his wife)
Lol, I love forrest gump.
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And out came the proposition - which, it all happened so fast. I was speechless. He apologized profusely. And he didn't contact me again for a while after that...but his FB posts were becoming more and more cryptic, and while I couldn't be positive he was talking about me, the shoe seemed to fit. 
