E returned. He was out at a Burning Man related event with his spouse. She was out of town. They had seen each other just before Fourth of July. E was a young man with a prominent job in downtown San Francisco. They met just over a year ago and formed an unique brand of friendship that mixed lust and admiration for each other. They lived close by, but they did not see each other in their town, because each of them had a life outside of this relationship.
When she had her spare home, they met up at her other house, and each week they spent a few hours together. When she lost her spare home for the season, they met up for dinner and had other activities along the way, they became friends rather than lovers.
E made her smile. she never ever had expected this to last for as long as it did. They did things together. Hiking up at Bernal Heights. A beer at Sausalito overlooking at the water. Frequent dinners in the Mission, evenings where it rained and he held her tight as she was depressed, needed emotional support, and he held her when she cried. Those were the nights she remembered. On her birthday, New Year Eve, and other random days and nights when he was the only person she could turn to.
E never wrote. He called or texted her when they were about to meet up. They did not have a routine, but somehow they formed one, once every other week, or once every week they managed to see each other to catch up and share their respective lives. E was the only person whom she choose to be on Facebook with. With other men, she defriended them or never became friends with them on Facebook but with E she felt the most natural and comfortable. She became E's friend along with becoming his lover.
E liked to read and hiking. E was never available on weekends. E and she never spent a night together. But she also shared more in common with E than with others. E was open and non demanding. He did not have any hang ups. He was confident and happy. He was younger by about eight years but he acted more mature than most men who were older than he was.
His father was a professor: she like men who were raised by college professors. She spent most of her free time with E. E was there when she was depressed, happy, sad and excited. She had never felt to cover her up when she was with E.
E was an adventurous lover who would have done everything with her. She liked that about E. E had an amazing ability to communicate with her. They shared the same interest in food. He listened to her and he made her forget about her worries.
When she was with E, she knew that the world would be a better place. He was the younger version of her spouse. He was confident, smart, intelligent and worldly. He had traveled around the world. He lived abroad, and he did not play games. Because E was from another generation than her other lovers, who were often into their late 40s or even early 50s, E represented a youth, a fifteen plus years of gap, a dose of confidence, a sense of cockiness, that you'd find from young man. He was stylish, an excellent cook, a stable in the Burning Man scene, yet an accomplished professional. He did not play games with women, he was the new generation. The generation that treated women as equals, and loved a strong woman, like her.
But she never felt that emotional connection that would bound her to E. If E disappeared tomorrow, she would be sad for a little bit, but she won't be devastated. She'd be fine. Perhaps because she knew that E would't disappear. He was always going to be around.
Twice now in their encounters they had sex when it was raining outside. E was the only person who's ever been there when her heart was raining. It was those days that made her realize perhaps the world was not so bad anyway, her life would be fine with him in it, because those nights they shared together, because she was this person who came into E's life and gave him the fantasy he always wished for, a woman who was his equal, a woman who was emotionally balanced and non dramatic, a woman who could have become his partner in life, but did not.
When she had her spare home, they met up at her other house, and each week they spent a few hours together. When she lost her spare home for the season, they met up for dinner and had other activities along the way, they became friends rather than lovers.
E made her smile. she never ever had expected this to last for as long as it did. They did things together. Hiking up at Bernal Heights. A beer at Sausalito overlooking at the water. Frequent dinners in the Mission, evenings where it rained and he held her tight as she was depressed, needed emotional support, and he held her when she cried. Those were the nights she remembered. On her birthday, New Year Eve, and other random days and nights when he was the only person she could turn to.
E never wrote. He called or texted her when they were about to meet up. They did not have a routine, but somehow they formed one, once every other week, or once every week they managed to see each other to catch up and share their respective lives. E was the only person whom she choose to be on Facebook with. With other men, she defriended them or never became friends with them on Facebook but with E she felt the most natural and comfortable. She became E's friend along with becoming his lover.
E liked to read and hiking. E was never available on weekends. E and she never spent a night together. But she also shared more in common with E than with others. E was open and non demanding. He did not have any hang ups. He was confident and happy. He was younger by about eight years but he acted more mature than most men who were older than he was.
His father was a professor: she like men who were raised by college professors. She spent most of her free time with E. E was there when she was depressed, happy, sad and excited. She had never felt to cover her up when she was with E.
E was an adventurous lover who would have done everything with her. She liked that about E. E had an amazing ability to communicate with her. They shared the same interest in food. He listened to her and he made her forget about her worries.
When she was with E, she knew that the world would be a better place. He was the younger version of her spouse. He was confident, smart, intelligent and worldly. He had traveled around the world. He lived abroad, and he did not play games. Because E was from another generation than her other lovers, who were often into their late 40s or even early 50s, E represented a youth, a fifteen plus years of gap, a dose of confidence, a sense of cockiness, that you'd find from young man. He was stylish, an excellent cook, a stable in the Burning Man scene, yet an accomplished professional. He did not play games with women, he was the new generation. The generation that treated women as equals, and loved a strong woman, like her.
But she never felt that emotional connection that would bound her to E. If E disappeared tomorrow, she would be sad for a little bit, but she won't be devastated. She'd be fine. Perhaps because she knew that E would't disappear. He was always going to be around.
Twice now in their encounters they had sex when it was raining outside. E was the only person who's ever been there when her heart was raining. It was those days that made her realize perhaps the world was not so bad anyway, her life would be fine with him in it, because those nights they shared together, because she was this person who came into E's life and gave him the fantasy he always wished for, a woman who was his equal, a woman who was emotionally balanced and non dramatic, a woman who could have become his partner in life, but did not.
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