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[runnawaythoughtswithme]

Dear Internet,

I am writing to you because I need someone to know what's going on. I need someone to listen.

It's insane how one night can change the entire course of your life. But I never would have thought that one night and conversation with Andrew could change everything. But it did. Of all people Andrew... the goofy, dorky, cocky guy from my office. After July 29th life has not been the same and never will be.

He already had my number for work purposes. I'm the travel and events coordinator for our company and he travels once in a while. He recently had a bad travel experience back on July 18th and called me for help. I was happy to help and stayed awake that night til 1am for him to text me and say he finally landed and made it home safe. We weren't friends at the time, but I just cared because of his crappy travel situation. I think I also cared because when he called me and told me the situation he made light of it and was cracking jokes and making me laugh. I remember thinking what a cool and awesome person who can make lemonade out of lemons. Most people would just be upset and while he was, he also made the best of it and laughed about it.

July 29th comes around and it's about 830pm when I get a notification saying he added me on Snapchat. Now I know what you're thinking, really Snapchat? Yes really. Now I don't really use Snapchat anymore except for the occasional conversation with one of my 2 best friends. The conversation with him started out with a simple Hey. But within a couple hours, we discovered how much we have in common, conversation never slowed down or ran out of things to talk about, it just flowed. And I was grinning ear to ear the entire time.

I had been home alone the night before since my husband, Kyle, was out of town and wouldn't return til Sunday. So I was lonely and eventually I told Andrew that I was enjoying our conversation and it was nice because I was feeling lonely tonight, that he's really cool and I'm glad I'm getting to know him better. The conversation never slowed and before I knew it, it was 4am and he felt like my best friend. We had talked about our upbringing, traumas we've experienced like the fact that we have both been raped, the craziness of his ex-girlfriend, our families, friends, jobs, you name it and we had covered it. There was the occasional joke or innuendo and some casual flirting. But that got stronger as the night went on. By 4am I was sending him a few of the pictures from the boudoir shoot I had told him I did. And he was lusting over them hard but I didn't mind. I liked the attention but more importantly, I liked the attention from him.

A few more risque pictures are exchanged and then he tells me he's getting sleepy at 5am. I reply and he reads the message but no response. He fell asleep with the chat open. I'm on cloud 9 at this point and have gotten a second wind of energy so I'm wide awake. I scroll on TikTok and Instagram for a while before finally it's 630 and he messages me saying he's awake. He's a morning person. Annoying but he's used to waking up at the same time to meditate and then get ready for work so his internal clock just woke him up. At this point all I can think about is food so I work up the courage to ask him if he wants to hang out today and to my surprise he says yes, what do you want to do.

I start to panic because we don't talk or interact at work and yet we are going to go hang out, just the two of us, together. So I propose breakfast at Waffle House and mini golf. He says sounds great what time? I say meet you there at 830 because I needed to shower and get ready.

I choose an outfit that I knew he would like simply because it made my ass look great. Plus the romper was a little on the short side so bending over to play mini-golf would get his attention.

Now at this point of the story, I'm sure you're thinking, "But wait she has a husband what is she doing basically going on a date with another guy??" But what you need to know about my husband is that we have been together for 8 years, married for 4 of those, and we don't communicate. Before you say "All men don't communicate," Kyle is different. I'm not joking when I say we DO NOT communicate, talk, or anything. Talking, communicating, and arguing, all require both people to speak. Kyle never speaks or voices his opinion or side or feelings or anything. When we do 'argue' it's me talking at him than sitting in silence and waiting for Kyle to respond and eventually all he says is I'm sorry, I love you, I don't know what to say. It has ALWAYS been that way. We don't talk or have conversations like normal people or normal couples. There is nothing but me talking and Kyle either doesn't respond, says I don't know, or just okay whatever you want or think honey.

Back to Andrew... I pulled up to Waffle House right next to him not realizing it, and was so incredibly nervous I didn't know if I would even be able to get out of the car but somehow I did. We said good morning walked inside and sat in a booth. After ordering our food, our conversation picked right back up with us laughing and just having a good time. Food and drinks come and the conversation is still going. He's the kind of guy who is funny without really trying, he just jokes around and you laugh. I took a sip of my coffee after swallowing a bite of food and he mimicked the waitress that had been repeating the same phrase in the same tone of voice at every table, and it was too funny not to laugh. But with coffee just at the front of my lips, I spit it all over him. Yes VERY MORTIFYING. Glad we can agree on that. His white t-shirt was now covered in slattered coffee. I think my face turned the brightest shade of red humanly possible. I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself alive in it with humiliation. I apologized over and over and he said it was okay and just laughed at me. We eventually made it to mini golf, established the rules, and that loser buys snow cones.

But never expected for the day to go the way it did....

TO BE CONTINUED...