Last night, I went to an event organised by one of our up and coming to monitor progress and show support.
Because I wasn’t directly involved, I had much more of an opportunity to socialise, which I don’t usually ever have time to do at any more than a superficial level. However yesterday was a good chance to make contacts, and one of them was with the son of a international superstar from a few decades ago. The son has recently decided to follow in his late father’s footsteps and even shares his name. He’s doing incredibly well abroad but no real success here.
Anyway, we hit it off fairly quickly and it turns out we share not just the same age but the very same birthday, which was last month. It wasn’t long before we broke away from the party and he ordered some champagne and we consumed a fair amount. He was very entertaining and told me a lot about his personal life because he said I was very easy to talk to. He currently has a girlfriend in
As the evening wore on, the drink took effect and he became more complementary. He said I was beautiful and the kind of woman that he has been looking for in ages. I laughed it off but I was flattered – he’s a good looking guy.
We swapped numbers and found out that we live quite near each other. Later in the evening, long after my colleague’s event was over, dancing started at the venue and he pulled me up. I have to admit to really enjoying myself. As the music slowed down, he drew me in closer and although I tried to break away, his hold was firm and so I relented and relaxed into his arms. It felt good but even so, when he tried to kiss me, I decided it was definitely time to call a halt. He apologised but said he couldn’t help himself. I told him it was the drink talking but he said it wasn’t and that I should be worried as I was going to be seeing a lot of him.
We got a cab back home together and he tried it on a few times during the journey but I was very good and didn’t give into his charms even though I was tempted. Almost as soon as I was out of the car, I had a text from him saying that meeting me was the best thing to have happened to him in a long time. And then this morning I had a text asking me if I had slept as well as him and that his night had been full of dreams of me. He asked when he could see me again and if I fancied seeing him perform next week and then going on somewhere afterwards. I said I would and he said he would sort it.
I know I’m playing a dangerous game, yet again. But, I’m almost testing myself. Can I just stay friends with someone I actually do fancy and who seems to fancy me? I think I know the answer is probably no and I should just stop it now.
But when have I ever done the right thing?