Number 7

On to the next one...
Lucky Number Seven was a co-worker of mine. We met when I was transferred to the store he worked in. Nothing monumental about our meeting--he was just another married guy who I would be working with. I had just turned 21 a few months before and was single and ready for some fun. However, my idea of fun did not stretch to cover becoming a mistress. There was some occassional flirting between the two of us, but nothing major. As time went on, I began a relationship with Satan (see number 5) and Seven and I became pretty good friends. We would have some great conversations during slow times at work and got to know each other fairly well. Some time later I got transferred once again and then went out on maternity leave. We did not talk during any of this time and not long after I returned to work from maternity leave (now single once again) he called a friend of mine looking for my telephone number.
She did not give it, but did call me to let me know. I went ahead and gave him a call and we quickly made plans to get together. We had a fabulous time talking and hanging out. One thing led to another, as these things often do. Wow. Double Wow. Maybe even Triple Wow.
All good things must come to an end, although this one lasted quite a while.
The lessons from Number Seven :
1) Married men can never give you everything you want.
2) Sometimes it is still worth it!