Extra Marital Affairs

V returns

Thank you for all the messages . . . and suggestions . . . about the return of V to London this past week.

There have been far too many emails to reply to each of you, and as more are still arriving, I thought I should just let you all know that, unfortunately, I have rather disappointing news.

V and his three colleagues arrived as scheduled and the meeting at our office progressed throughout the day as expected.

During lunch he repeated his numerous text-messaged invitations over the past month, that he would like to entertain me at his apartment again at some point during the next three nights. I replied that I was free the next evening. J and I had been having such wonderfully exciting times talking about, and re-living, my brief encounter with V previously that I’d worked myself up into quite an excited state in the days just prior to his return. I’d decided that if our “professional relationship was in danger of being comprised” then it already had been! And that I therefore had nothing to lose.

The more I had thought about him, and his position, and his charm, the more I’d decided that I really enjoyed the flattery, and excitement and “danger” of the situation. This time, I decided, if I was to allow myself to become involved, then it would be on my terms. I knew from all his texts and emails, that his interest in seeing me again was simply sexual and had nothing to do with business. I knew from his reputation, and from working with him for almost a week “before” our tête-à-tête, that he was too much of a perfectionist to let personality come before business.

He was delighted with my acceptance and said he’d book a table again at “our restaurant” beforehand.

After concluding our day, I declined the invitation to join the others for an after work drink as I had to attend a long-arranged a meeting at my son’s school.

I was almost home when V called on my mobile. I knew he’d been taking calls from his office all afternoon, but assumed that to be just normal procedure. But he explained that due to an emergency issue that only he could resolve, he was going to have to return to Paris immediately in the morning. He was desperate to see me and wanted me to visit him at his apartment that evening. I told him that it was just impossible as I just had to be at school within the hour and then would not be able to just leave my family and turn around and go back into town.

He sounded disappointed, but resigned to both our situations . . . we agreed to talk during the next few days (as we would be anyway) and to arrange another time.

So . . . as I explained to an equally disappointed J . . . we are lucky to be able to enjoy spur-of-the moment occasions when they happen, so we have to accept that sometimes things we desperately want to happen, just obviously weren’t meant to be.




Best wishes - Edith
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posted by Edith @ 15:06