There he stood by the dance floor – my former coworker. He wasn’t with her. His girlfriend of almost seven years was nowhere in sight.
We locked eyes and he walked over to me. My heart raced. My mind swirled. What were the chances that I’d bump into him in a club in the middle of Times Square? What was the universe trying to tell me?
I wanted to forget our connection. That’s one of the reasons why I left the job. When we worked together, I resisted his charm. For a year, I didn’t act on our chemistry. It never moved past flirtation. We only spent time together during work breaks, and we were rarely alone. We never even went to lunch together.
But there he stood, by my side now. How could I resist?
The night was a blur. We chatted, flirted, and posed for photos like a couple. Soon it was time to go. He asked if he could drive me home. He did, and we spoke for hours while parked in front of my building. When the sun rose from its slumber, he awakened me with a kiss.
A can’t-live-without-you, straight-from-the-movie-screen, emotional-filled kiss…
I knew I was in trouble. If I didn’t stop myself, I’d be his mistress. It was challenging, but it never amounted to a full blown affair. Still, I had my reasons for wanting him, even though it was a terrible situation. Here are seven reasons why I was almost the other woman.