So a few years after college, after a breakup, then a get-togther, then another breakup, and then ANOTHER get-together, the girlfriend and I finally got married, and things were good. I had settled down, never even looked at another woman once we got engaged.
A few years later, not quite the seven year itch, but close, a friend from college moved in down the street. She had been part of the triathlon club, and we hung out together, but nothing special, we weren’t even really that good of friends.
However, once she moved in down the street, we started riding together occasionally, and jogging as well. We ended up working out 3 or 4 times week together and became fixtures in each other’s houses. She lived with a couple of girlfriends, and went through boyfriends like other women went through shoes. She was a great athlete but terribly insecure and needy otherwise, whether it was the personality that caused the boyfriend hamster wheel, or vice versa, who knows. I tried not to pry.
I didn’t consider her super attractive, but she was very fit, had a great tight little body, and obviously I’d seen a lot of it, in running shorts, triahtlon outfits, halters.