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There was this guy who lived across the street from us. We were basically basic friends with him and his wife.
I remember my wife once said,”He’d be a fun guy to date. But not to marry.” He’s attractive in a generic blond hair blue eyes broad shouldered sort of way, but has an alpha male personality with a bad temper. Basically all the guys my wife dated but didn’t marry.
Some of you may know, she’s a college instructor. He was taking a college class, but I’m not sure it was at her college. Anyway, it was in her subject area.
One weekend afternoon, he calls her up and says his wife and kids are gone for the day and says it would be a good time for her to help him study for his final.
So she fixed herself up a little and five minutes later I stood in the window and watched her scurry across the street street in a faded blue denim skirt and flip-flops and disappear into his garage.
Then, like, 2 1/2 hours later I’m on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor behind the refrigerator because she had commented on how dirty the floor had gotten because no one had been cleaning it and it suddenly hit me, “What the fuck?! Why isn’t she back yet?”
She came back. They moved into a bigger house, he got a promotion, and we’ve only seen them once or twice in the past five years or so.
His wife once said to my wife, “I’m pretty sure your husband could beat up my husband.”
I remember my wife once said,”He’d be a fun guy to date. But not to marry.” He’s attractive in a generic blond hair blue eyes broad shouldered sort of way, but has an alpha male personality with a bad temper. Basically all the guys my wife dated but didn’t marry.
Some of you may know, she’s a college instructor. He was taking a college class, but I’m not sure it was at her college. Anyway, it was in her subject area.
One weekend afternoon, he calls her up and says his wife and kids are gone for the day and says it would be a good time for her to help him study for his final.
So she fixed herself up a little and five minutes later I stood in the window and watched her scurry across the street street in a faded blue denim skirt and flip-flops and disappear into his garage.
Then, like, 2 1/2 hours later I’m on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor behind the refrigerator because she had commented on how dirty the floor had gotten because no one had been cleaning it and it suddenly hit me, “What the fuck?! Why isn’t she back yet?”
She came back. They moved into a bigger house, he got a promotion, and we’ve only seen them once or twice in the past five years or so.
His wife once said to my wife, “I’m pretty sure your husband could beat up my husband.”