So after lurking here for almost three months, I am here with my confession!
I [F31] have been married for over 3 years now. I have had several relationships (across different races) before tying an arranged knot with a guy of similar parentage as mine.
However I sometimes miss the thrill of being chased or the often rough sex that I left behind! 🤫
So around similar time last year, my husband’s workplace threw a Pre-Thanksgiving party where I got to meet his coworkers.
I am naturally an outgoing person and almost hit it off with most of them.
One of those was Jason – a suave new B school hire, who used to head creative consulting in otherwise geeky IT group my husband works in. He was single at that point in time, would’ve been 30, tall, very fit, dirty blond messed up hair with an air of smug sense of humor around him.