This is something that happened over a decade ago but it came back to mind today so I thought I’d share it. I’m not really one for purple prose so this is going to be quite functional.
When I was 18 I worked with a girl who was also 18, we flirted like mad but she had a boyfriend so it never went further than that. Then she cheated on her boyfriend with another colleague and I had fairly mixed feelings about that. Then the boyfriend turned out to be an abusive arsehole (I’m sure always was) and I was a shoulder for her to cry on through her breakup and in the course of events we had one very drunken and pretty forgettable bang which left me with even more mixed feelings. Then she moved away.
Then over the next decade or so we got back in contact and used to AIM (remember AIM?) each other a fair amount most days. Some of it would just be friend stuff, we were definitely friends now, but some of it was definitely flirty and some of it was frankly her bragging about her sexcapades and me – tediously monogamous at this point – living vicariously through her.