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# This is more of a gone mild story, and doesn’t actually contain much sex, but it happened two years ago, it’s a pleasant memory, and it’s getting fuzzy in my head. It was a long day, and a great one.
This happened to me when I was 38 years old. I am married but have been in a dead bedroom the entire time. My husband is the only person I’ve ever been with. I never dated or hooked up with anyone, I’ve never been flirted with or hit on or anything in my entire life. I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was 22 years old. This is all for context.
Two years ago, in the fall, I was meeting my best friend in Chicago because there was an event we both wanted to go to, our favorite author was doing a free talk at the Poetry Foundation. She came with her boyfriend and his friend and I went solo. She stayed with them and I had a different hotel room. I hung out with her, but also did things on my own like go to museums and window shop.