Casual

A year ago, I made fun of those silly dating shows, wondering what would possess anyone to sign up to romance a complete stranger. Then my husband ran his car into a building and never opened his eyes again. Grief combined with loneliness, and a fifth of tequila, led me to place an online ad looking for a man to satisfy some unmet needs.

My house is now a judgement free zone.

In the midst of all the dick pics, I found something life-changing—a handsome, caring man with secrets of his own. Our relationship was supposed to be fun.

Carefree. 

I never thought the man who brought me such pleasure in the dark of night would cause me so much pain in the light of day. Yet when he touches me, all that fades away. With every touch of his traitorous hand, I fall for him just a little bit more.

In the end, I know he'll change me.

Sometimes a casual encounter refuses to stay casual.