You jump online, and you can easily hook up with your past. But that doesn’t make it right. Wife? Kids? Commitments? And in all honesty, not wanting to be crude, but when you reconnect with your past, you don’t know where it’s been in the meantime.
But that’s exactly what I did.
You see back in 1989 I fell deeply in love with my girlfriend of the time. I admired her from afar for a while. Then the chase began. And then finally at long last we hooked up in London, and I brought her home.
While she had a very serious side to her, she mostly just liked to play games. We were young back then. She could play for hours without missing a beat, and back then, I had no issues keeping up at all.
I can’t recall exactly when she left but I think our relationship lasted for at least 3 years. I brought her so many gifts back then. All my money went into keeping both of us happy. And to be honest, I question whatever it was that convinced us to part.
And I think that is why, last Christmas, even though I had my family to consider, I just had to go back to my girlfriend. I had to re-connect. I knew that letting her leave was a mistake. I’ve known all this time. No matter the cost, I just had to see her again. Not just see her. I had to bring her home with me again. I had to play with her. To see if we were still compatible. To see if the spark was still alive.
I made no secret of my plans. The wife knew. The kids knew. Hell, I even wrote about it on the internet, but it’s amazing how much is acceptable these days.
I travelled at great expense back to England from Australia, and went to my parents house where I would be staying for much of my visit.
She was already there, in my old bedroom, waiting. Kinkily she waited, wrapped in bubble wrap,
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