With that in mind, each writer will be ing off under the same penname— Single at the Shore. They are writing to you, dear readers. Feel free to comment, or share your dating stories too. Introducing the Double-Crossed Doll…. Relationship prospects on the shore can be very limited.
With all the out-of-towners that are just visitors and the locals whose dating pasts can make for the easiest game of Six Degrees like Kevin Bacon. Every once in a while you come across a guy who just sweeps you off your feet.
The attraction is instantaneous. The conversation is great.
We parted ways innocently, no lines crossed just yet. Then it happened, the Facebook notification that I indeed had a new friend request — from him. You should come out more often.
Text me some time if you want. Definitely will.
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He had gotten in my head. In retrospect, as chaste as it all seemed, he was slowing cracking open the door of what was to come. It was a Friday night when I had got the first text, that mutual friends were getting together and that I should come out. I replied that I was out of town, but that next time I would.
We continued to text throughout the night, and the longer it went, the flirtier it got, graduating to winks and smiley faces. This continued over the course of a few weeks, all the while running into each other at local establishments. Finally, in a moment of passion, the line of romantic decency was crossed, and it felt like an almost perfect relationship — except for his girlfriend.
The girlfriend in question was never around, so it seemed that all s pointed to the idea that he had been telling the truth, that it was obviously over between them. Not necessarily true. Apparently her profession was one that required her to work odd hours. As our relationship progressed, the texts turned into phone calls. The running into each other became sneaking around.
I began to rearrange my schedule as to make things easier for us to be together. So many excuses.
As the sympathetic ear, I assured him that it would all work out and he would agree. Our future seemed promising and the forbidden fruit was enticing, intoxicating even.
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Our affair continued, and was poetic in every Shakespearean sense of the word. His girlfriend was the villain; I was the princess riding in to save my prince from her torturous dungeon. This continued on for months.
I would get tired of waiting for him to end his relationship with her. He would make promises that it would be over soon. This went on for a year, ending almost as abruptly as it started. The infatuation that was clouding my judgment was clearing and the destined relationship light at the end of this tunnel of deception was fading. I decided I could never be happy being the other woman. I was his second priority and that was not enough.
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I am now happier than I have ever been, and though I miss him at times, I do not miss sneaking around, and waiting for him to man up — especially since they are still together. Get More Information. Introducing the Double-Crossed Doll… Relationship prospects on the shore can be very limited.
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