Blast From the Past

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been running into someone from my past. My first love. I’ll call him Art.

That’s how we met. 26 years ago. He was contracted to do some artwork for a group I was in. Funny, how we lived in the same small community and only a couple of streets from each other, but it was not until THAT moment that I noticed him.

I flirted. Hard. He was at least 5 years older than I was, so that just added in my fascination with him. It also helped that he was the local bad boy. He was all of the things that I should have definitely avoided, yet I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

The next thing I knew, I was sneaking him in the house, ditching my way too nice boyfriend to be with Art, and skipping school to hang out. Mannnnn, I was gone.

It wasn’t really about sex. We only had sex a couple of times. It was the allure of defiance and all that he stood for, and knowing that I should not be with him. And, that if anyone found out, I’d be in deep, deep, deep trouble. And so would he, seeing as how I was underage and all. We snuck around for about 7 years.

Anywho, like I said, we’ve been bumping into each other for the last couple of weeks. It was only a matter of time before he said anything. Today was the day.

He asked me for my number. I gave it to him. Let’s see what happens.

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