1. The Guy Next Door - Part Three


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 38, Source: LushStories

    I found it important to cling to routines. There was something safe, regular, about doing the same things I’d always done before the unplanned evening at Cooper’s flat. The thought of that one night made me blush and clench simultaneously. I told myself there was no way I could have avoided the encounter but nothing felt right. There was no way I was going back for round two. It wasn’t worth it. Cooper and I had no chance of any kind of relationship. We were opposites. And so it was destructive to fuck for no real reason, right? Yes, the sex felt good but it was empty. The wrong kind. All around me, my childhood friends and work colleagues were settling down, getting married, having kids and the ones who weren’t didn’t seem to ever want a conventional kind of life. But I did. I’d always been the kind of girl who imagined meeting Mr Perfect then buying a house in the suburbs to live in with our two-point-four kids and a goldfish thrown in for good measure. My life had a plan. I’d followed the plan. I’d put my head down at school, ignored the parties and drugs and gone to university. I had a good job. I didn’t have any credit card debt. And all of that was perfect and wonderful but now I couldn’t stop thinking about Cooper. It wasn’t as if I was in love with him. No. Definitely not. But I was genuinely worried that no other man could make me feel the way he could. And what would that mean? A life devoid of fulfilment? I knew, of course I knew, that any relationship I might have ...
    should be based on more than sex. There were so many other factors to consider. But I couldn’t remember them. If the sex wasn’t good, what was the point? Cooper had been good – too good. It was like watching television in HD – you’d never be satisfied with regular TV ever again. Or reading Steinbeck and then Danielle Steele. Regular Coca-Cola versus diet. The Savoy or Travelodge. I tried not to think about it. As the week went on, I managed to convince myself that it hadn’t really been that good. It was the anticipation, the thrill that had overwhelmed me. Cooper wasn’t good enough for me. He was arrogant, condescending and he had a personality disorder. He was not the kind of guy I needed to waste my time on. I needed a nice guy. I knew nice guys. Take Sam McKenna, for instance. Sam was resident IT guru at the bank where I worked. Before I’d met Cooper, I’d been pretty friendly with him. He was Scottish, and had the accent which to me sounded supremely sexy. Aside from that he was helpful, smart and casually attractive. After the debilitating Cooper experience, I started to notice him again. On Tuesday, we got lunch together. On Wednesday, we got lunch again. On Thursday, he asked me out. Nothing serious , he said, in his laidback way. He suggested a drink after work - at some low-key bar where the rest of our co-workers wouldn’t impede conversation. You’re not busy on Saturday, are you? Wanna go for it? I said yes and immediately regretted it. Sam and Kat. It sounded good. ...
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