She was...
well, she was beautiful. She is about 5'5" tall and 105 lbs. Built slightly with long blonde hair. That's what her pictures portrayed anyway. In truth she had recently cut her hair quite short, but she still looked good. She had a half sleeve tattoo on one arm that was very artistic
I might want to clarify something before I go further. Her looks are what attracted me to her at first, but the chemistry is what kept me around. We could and would talk about anything and everything. We clicked like nothing I could remember. We talked very little about sex which tended to draw me in closer. The most we really ever talked about until before the meeting was the fact that if I thought I was going to "get lucky" I was wrong.
I was in need of a companion more than a good looking sex partner. My wife, who is by all accounts very attractive, and I are quite sexually compatible the once or twice a month that we do have sex. The fact is that we didn't talk, had our own interests and activities and basically were room mates who shared a bed and bills. Unfortunately this affair made it glaringly obvious that we have had serious problems that were never spoken about. I think that I probably could have come up with a better way to make that point though.
My new friend and I shared a passion for european culture, travel and food. We shared similar careers. Hers was real-estate and mine was home financing. We also both loved art and music. Her music tastes were a bit different than mine though I appreciated the hard edge of the industrial music that she liked. She made me a CD that stayed in my car until the day that the shit basically hit the proverbial fan.
She pretty much filled in all the gaps that my relationship with my wife had left. I was falling hard in a very big way...
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