Day 42: Tales Of Meeting Married Men And Quests For Dating Resurrection

Day 42 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD

Mar 18

There was a chance James wasn’t home, but I took the risk.

And I loaded myself up with freshly baked muffins, his favourite chocolate, a bottle of gin, and a selection of cheeses the woman at the corner store suggested to me.

It was my favourite little place, thankfully only a short stroll between James’ and my place. It was that sort of place where you had to shop with your own wicker basket. And you could never leave without their freshly cut flowers that lined the front windows.

I knocked on the door.

“Oh hey,” he answered, pulling on a t-shirt over his board shorts. “I was just about to head out for a swim.”

He kept his hand on the door, refusing me entrance with his body.

“Swim? You? Since when do you swim?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Fine, you caught me. I’m taking my date up to use the spa on the rooftop. Happy now?”

I looked past him into the rest of the apartment.

“Does that mean the married man is here?”

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James went to reply before I pushed past him. There was little use in him pretending with me. And there wasn’t much he could do to stop my persistence.

Plus, I really had to speak to James. Maybe this other guy could offer some advice, too.

Walking in, I found the man seated on his corner chair, almost hiding from the view of the front door.

“Hello, I’m Andie.”

I extended my hand. “James hasn’t told me your name. But I know you’re married and you’ve given him a smile he can’t wipe for the life of him.”

The man stood and hugged me. “I love her already”, he said to James over my shoulder.

“And I’m not shocked he didn’t tell you. My name is Christopher. Not Chris, can’t stand it. Always Christopher.”

I loved him already, too.

“Christopher, you’re a man of the world. What would you do if you were returning your ex the things he left behind at your place to his office only to discover his trusty secretary wasn’t at the front desk? And you had to give him his things directly to him, instead? And then he wants to speak to you about why it took you so long to return his things and whether you’re doing ok?”

I took a breath but then regained my composure.

“And then he wanted to see how your business was doing, a little too much for someone who didn’t care much about it whilst you were together?”

By the time I had finished asking, James had come to join the conversation. “Babe, are you serious?”

I nodded. “I need you both to tell me what to do.”