**Background:** I live at home with my parents. For more than a year, I’ve been fucking two much older, married men in our big suburban subdivision. One of them was totally just a booty call and it’s mostly cooled off now. The other, “Brad,” is… more complicated. I’m more than just his “side piece” and more like his (much younger and cuter) mistress. If he dumped his wife (who I hate) I would totally think about getting serious with him. But they’ve got kids and it’s complicated and I get it.
So about two weeks ago, I asked Brad for his permission for me to go back on Tinder. He said it was okay, as long as I was still “his” too. I know he’d like me all to himself, but he can’t always do that with his wife around. So I fired up Tinder again and matched with a cute guy (my own age this time, shocker!!! đ). I’ll call him “Alan.” I went out and got drinks with this cute guy – he’s 24, sort of a nerdy board games and reddit type (so look out!!!). Super nice and very interesting, and I really liked him.