Hey Bob

I was at a meeting with my son last night (of that boys organization that shall remain nameless) when I got a text.  It said, "Hey Bob." It made me smile, but I couldn't reply right away because I happen to be the group leader and texting during a meeting would set a bad example, so I knew I'd have to wait.

"Hey Bob" is code from C, of Afternoon Fun in a Honda Civic. We agreed long ago that we'd start texts from each other as if we were some guy pals.  That way, his wife wouldn't suspect anything if she saw them, and my husband would think it was a wrong number - a text from somebody looking for Bob.

C is very creative  Sometimes he says simply, "Hey Bob."  Other times, though, he'll add something more.  "Hey Bob, how 'bout those Giants?" "Hey Bob, did you see the game?"

But last night, it was just "Hey Bob."

By the time I got out of my meeting, it was an hour later and I suspected it wouldn't be a convenient time, but I texted him back anyway.  We had a quick two text exchange and then he disappeared. I was right.  It was a bad time.

I met C almost three years ago on AM. I liked him instantly. Great sense of humor, easy to talk to and be around, attractive. The only downside was that his wife had him on a very short leash. A very, very, very short leash. He could never get away for an extended period of time.  All he could muster were quick 15-30 minutes meetings while he was on an errand near where I worked. As you can imagine, it's pretty difficult to have an affair that way.  But we managed.  Sort of.

Here's how it would typically go.  I'd get the "Hey Bob" text and he'd let me know he'd be nearby in 20 minutes.  Was I free?  Was I alone?  Usually the answer was no, but sometimes, the answer was yes, and it would feel like we'd won the lottery. He'd walk in the front door, greet me with a sweet kiss that would turn into a very passionate one, and we'd move into the other room.  More kissing ensued, clothes came off, he'd finger me and I'd come instantly, I'd give him head and he'd come.  Then he'd look at his watch and realize that he really had to go.  He'd get dressed quickly, kiss me goodbye, and leave.

That was pretty much the routine except for our Afternoon Fun encounter.  Never a hotel room.  Never a nice comfortable bed.  Never enough time to really relax and explore each other. It's a shame, really, because I know it would be great.  If we've got sparks when we meet 15 minutes at a time, I think we'd set our worlds on fire if we ever had 2 hours and a comfortable bed. But the odds of that happening are about the same as for either of us actually winning the lottery.

I accepted early on that C and I would sweep in and out of each other's lives. As strange as it seems, it worked for us.

Here's the question, though.  Why do I give him the time of day if he can't make time for me?  With anyone else in the same scenario, we would have been done after the first couple of times. Why not C?

Because I genuinely like him. He's fun and I thoroughly enjoy his company, even in rare 15 minute blocks. Every now and then I run into him in "real life" and it makes me smile to see him.

The bottom line is that it's fun.  Isn't that what it's supposed to be about? Fun.  Enjoying each other.

It's been a long time since C and I shared 15 minutes, but I still love getting a text that says, "Hey Bob."