let me introduce mike.

I'll have to be honest here, I'm no saint. There is somewhat of a third party involved.

Mike was a guy I met in class a few years ago. Right off the bat, as he meandered his way into that near-full auditorium, I was attracted to him like crazy. For several days it went on like this - him arriving late, me watching him as he found his seat among the sea of students. I eyed him often, but he never seemed to pay attention to anything other than the professor's dull lecture. Not that I was trying to get anywhere with him or anything.

One day we actually made eye contact. You know, that fleeting moment when two people look at each other an extra second longer than what is "harmless", and you get that fluttering feeling in your stomach. It was exactly like that. Needless to say, we never actually spoke for the longest time. We'd just smile briefly at each other from across the room.

Long story short, we ran into each other on campus and he walked up to me. He basically talked about class, how I did on the midterm, where I was from, and how I ended up where I am now. Nowhere in that conversation did he ask whether or not I had a boyfriend.

He tried to add me on Facebook a few days later, but I knew what that would mean. I would be getting hell from X for even speaking to someone of the opposite sex without his supervision. I had to reject it.

A year (or two?) went by and I never saw him again. I suppose it was for the best. In any case, my relationship with X went through a little bit of a hiccup approximately two years ago, and I was "somewhat" single for about a month. In this period of time, I had run into Mike again, he forgave me for rejecting him on Facebook twice, and we totally hit it off.

No one could deny the chemistry and lust that oozed between us. We were like magnets that were impossible to keep apart. I did things I never thought I would do, he introduced me to a side of passion I never thought existed. All this aside, it was shortlived, as I decided that I would give X another shot. I had a small feeling that I was making a mistake leaving Mike behind, but I also knew I had far too much to lose if I let my relationship falter with X without at least trying one more time.

It's funny how history repeats itself. And it's funny how Mike has somehow meandered his way back into my life. Details to follow next time, cause he just rang my doorbell.