Mr English revisited

As most readers should know, I went out on a date with Mr English on Sunday night. We spent nearly 4 hours sitting in the Olive Garden just talking about anything that came up. We talked a lot about our respective open marriages, sex, work and much more. Things ended abruptly with Sylvanus asking me to come home, which I would have been going home soon anyway. Before we parted ways, Mr English and I kissed briefly on the lips and my instinct was to grab him by the shirt and pull him in for another, but I knew I needed to get home. As far as I knew, I thought my husband was upset that I had been gone for so long, it wasn’t until I was in my car and briefly looked at his twitter stream, while at a stop light, that I saw he had panicked.

Monday morning, Mr English asked if he could come over for coffee. Which I knew didn’t actually mean coffee. Once I got the ok from my husband, I worked something out with Mr English. The plans got dropped as I was having some repairs done in the house and it looked like the person wasn’t going to be done on time. However, they were finished and the plans went through. Mr English came over and we spent a little time on the couch talking and he confessed to wanting to kiss me again. He told me how much he wanted to run over to my car one last time before I left on Sunday night and kiss me, but he knew something might be wrong back at my home. So we spent some time kissing on the couch before I suggested we go upstairs to the bedroom where things were a lot cooler and non humid (it’s the only room with a/c).

We made it to the bedroom and did the slow dance of foreplay where layer after layer is stripped away during passionate kisses and roaming hands. When Mr English slid down to my mons and began his oral skills, I was immediately shocked. I didn’t have to say a thing. Right away, he was doing everything right and he brought me to orgasm. I decided to return the favor and please him orally as well. He seemed to enjoy my skills equally. He confessed to wanting to fuck me, so after I pulled out a condom, I got on top and rode him to a very sweaty orgasm that I had to really work out of my body, despite the fact that Mr English again seemed to know exactly what to do to pleasure me. He flipped me over after and pounded into me from behind to achieve his orgasm.

We ended things with smiles on our faces and quite pleased with everything that had happened with definite promises to see each other again.

Or so I thought….

Monday night, I hadn’t heard from him, so I sent him this text:

I see how it is, fuck em and leave em… Just teasing… Thank you for a lovely afternoon

To which case I never received a response. So Tuesday afternoon, I sent another text:

Good afternoon. Hope things are ok on your end.

To which again, I have received no reply. This morning I decided to send an email:

So I’m going to assume that your sudden lack of communication with me is your way of telling me you are no longer interested … ?

To which I finally got a reply… I am not going to copy and paste his reply, but the bottom line is… things between he and his wife have taken a turn. She has gotten quiet and angry. They have gotten into terrible fights about random things. When he asks her if his seeing me has made her upset, she is neither denying nor confirming this. His phone has mysteriously disappeared and she has no idea where it is and he has had to write me back from the library because he is not allowed to write personal emails from work. Oh and he does in fact, want to see me again and should have a new phone activated today.

Can I believe this? Yes, I can (and I say this without really convinced I do), but it changes nothing… I can no longer see him. If it’s the truth, I can no longer see him. If this is a lie, I can no longer see him.

Either way, I did not see this coming. I take great pride in being able to filter through the bullshit. My career has me highly educated in behavioral sciences. It is both a blessing and a curse to be able to determine a person’s character and predict their behavior by observing their actions. Blessing, because it keeps the bulls shit out of my life. A curse, because sometimes I HATE being right about people.

My motto that I live by and hold my standards high to: “Actions speak louder than words.”

When Mr English contacted me, he was the only person who took the time to write me a very long email about who he is and what his story was about. I answered him immediately with the same. Our mornings progressed rapidly with exchanges of many emails and photos. We had a LOT in common and we were getting along so well, I gave him my phone number and we spent the rest of the day exchanging texts. At one point his phone’s battery was about to die and he ran to the store to get a new charger just so he could continue to text me. That was a Thursday. On Friday we exchanged a few texts. I was unable to exchange many as my volunteer work only allows for that sort of thing during breaks. We texted throughout Saturday and a lot during Saturday night while Sylvanus was busy playing on the PS3. On Sunday, we texted a bit as well and then had our date. Mr English also sent me a piece of erotica he had been inspired to write Sunday night after we met. Then obviously, Monday, we finally met and had sex.

So nothing, in his behavior, gave me any indication that he would be the type of guy to fuck me and then disappear. He had always been attentive to me during the day and after our date, he made sure to send me a message to tell me he had a great time. We had so much in common! So when he just disappeared, I felt very defeated. You see, I thought the way I handled things would protect me from being played like a fool. If Mr English managed to prove that wrong, I was going to have to reevaluate myself and pretty much give up this playmate search.

So is Mr English telling the truth? Who knows? Regardless if he is or isn’t, the result is the same. I can no longer see him. I do hope he is telling me the truth, but it is still going to be hard for me to get back into finding a playmate. My husband leaves on his extended business trip next week. He comes home in September… I’ll have a few months to recover and *maybe* try this again. For now, I’m done.

***updated thoughts: After speaking with Sylvanus over lunch today, there is a deep suspicion that perhaps Mr English was never in an open marriage to begin with. Married, he definitely was, but in an open marriage, perhaps not. Which equally sucks. We think maybe he went home smelling of me and she found out. Who knows? I know that if Mr English never contacts me again, then there was more going on than he was telling me. My last email to him told him it’s obvious I should not be in the picture, but it did not tell him to never contact me again. If he truly likes me and wants all of this to work out, every fiber in my being tells me he should write me again.***