Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Damn it, I was right. The Irish guy is married. My librarian senses were tinging and I just knew it somehow. He claims he’s in an open relationship - I don’t know if I can trust that but I figure that he’s the one doing the cheating, not me, if he is cheating, so I’m not going to worry about it. (And I’m archiving his email that says he’s in an open relationship should the question ever come up.)

I fooled around with a married guy off and on back in my 20’s and unfortunately it ended with this wife calling me at work to confront me about it. I lucked out that it was a day when much of the office was away at an off site meeting. But I was pretty shaken. Yes, I had known the guy was married. Not initially - initially he claimed he was separated and had this fantastical story about his wife leaving him. I found out on the phone that day with his wife that that separation had never occured.

I really hope the Irish guy isn’t lying. Although one does have to wonder why it took a few weeks, and me asking specifically, to find out he’s married. *sigh* I had a dream the other night with the Irish guy I had dated before where I went to meet up with him somewhere during the summer and was waiting and waiting, getting bitten by mosquitoes, when he finally calls to say that he can’t make it, and over the course of the call it comes out that he really only wants me for sex.

Telling, eh? Or possibly just old anxieties coming to the fore. After all, in real life that guy cheated on me and then dumped me when I was understanding about the cheating. Fucker.

That same night I had that hot dream with the Latina, so I can only hope that pans out like my dream!

My plot thickens.