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Because our voices and our histories matter. I am a year-old woman who had only had sex with one other man besides my husband W. I had a lot of issues with my body image in high school. Anyway, going into my junior year, I dropped a lot of weight and that summer met my husband. In the very beginning he told me that he loved me dearly and wanted to marry me.
Now the usual phenomenon occurred. Once my male classmates found out that I was going out with an older guy—W. I passed a lot of it off. My thought was, where were they all this time? Unfortunately, there was this one shy boy M.
He was always just outside the group and all he did was watch and listen. Then he started to talk to me after they left.
He was always so supportive and listened. We soon became confidantes and discussed our relationships with each other. He was working a dead-end job and so he joined the service so he could have a good job and support me. Those last few months of your senior years are so busy, and of course I got lonely. On our senior trip, I found myself spending time with M. As guilty as I felt, the excitement—and it was very Perks of hookup a dancer tumblr me from just ending it right there.
It also put a lot of doubts in my mind about getting married.
How could I marry W. Then I Perks of hookup a dancer tumblr my period, and what was I going to do? We moved back home after he retired, to help look after our parents. Then comes our 35th class reunion, and the very first person I bump into is M.
We had some smalltalk and caught up with what had happened with each other. Then he gave me one of those deep puppy dog looks and said that he had never forgotten me, the time we spent together, and how foolish he was.
I melted and gushed out how I felt too. It was all I could do not jump into his arms right then and there. It started an emotional affair that lasted for two years.