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Happy Flat Tire Starbucks Day! Part 2 (a little late...)


A note from Sunshine: I actually wrote this post in the fall.


So, that's how I found myself heading off to "the other side of town" to meet John for the first time. Mom's caretaker calls and basically tells me that my mom is dying. Like that day. I can. not. deal. with. that. so I keep driving toward Starbucks. Suddenly, the most horrendous noise is coming from my car and I realize I have a flat fucking tire. The universe does not want me to meet this man. I pull into the crappy little Sunshine Grocery Store and call John and tell him I can't make it to Starbucks. No, I don't tell him my mom is dying, but I do tell him I have a fucking flat tire. He says he'll come find me so I tell him where I am and then he shows up while I'm waiting for AAA to come fix my flat.


Cute. He's cute. Tall. Skinny. Smiley. He climbs in my car and we immediately start talking. We've never talked before - only exchanged emails over the last week and not very many of those, so I'm pleasantly surprised that I feel so comfortable talking in my car with a complete stranger. Car gets fixed and we move on to original plan - Starbucks. At Starbucks, we continue our conversation. It's amazing how much we learned about each other that day. I have no idea how long we talked, but I learned about his family, wife, marriage, religion, drugs, alcohol, college. He went to the same university I did. Same time I did. He's married. Loves his wife. Kids are incredibly important to him. Never leaving his wife and family. He's not religious. Not a big drinker, but drinks. Drug use in college. This came out when it became clear I was looking for a bad boy.


Yet, I just really wasn't feeling it. Cute? check. Nice? check. Funny? check. I dunno. Maybe it was the fact that my mom was dying and keeping me in a total fog, but I was pretty sure that I wasn't gonna have an affair. I'm pretty sure I actually never really intended to have an affair. I was just acting out. I was just trying to recover from my husband's affairs. So, when we were leaving, I was ready to say good bye.


Then, he grabbed me and kissed me.


That kiss changed my life. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced in my life. It was a romantic-movie-level kiss. Middle of the day. Outside Starbucks. Oh. my. god. The man can kiss. And kiss. And kiss. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I think I could've stood there for hours, just kissing him. I could've stood there for days.

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