I won’t spend loads of time describing in great detail the exact circumstances of how this happened. I’m Lotty. I’m married. Before my husband, I dated Ben. It was nothing special. I loved him and he was indifferent to me, but I was young and I recovered quickly. I’ve never had much desire to see Ben again, but our paths crossed on a social networking website. We chatted a little and he’d been married and divorced. To be honest, it sounded like he was having a shit time and I felt for him. We messaged each other for quite some months on and off, straying at times into flirtiness, before he suggested I went round to his house. I knew I shouldn’t….. But I did.
I sat outside in the car for quite some time, debating whether it was a good idea to go in. Eventually I did. I was so nervous, that I was actually shaking a little. I’m not the sort of girl who sneaks about like this, and I’m cripplingly self conscious in male company.
We sat on the sofa politely chatting for a while. As anticipated, it progressed and soon we were kissing.