No More Secrets

I found myself at a concert getting really drunk, having a great time and texting Jew Boy for sex. Since I had never felt comfortable being his call girl, I had him meet me out. I am not sure that he really wanted to, but he knew my rules! We drank, talked and laughed, exchanged bullshit information, fought about music. He gave me nothing besides bar conversation. No touches, no kisses.

After we had sex, we talked until five am. I am sure that I said many things that I can't remember due to my alcohol induced state. What I do remember, I should have refrained from saying. I started, "There are some things that I need to tell you regarding the relationship we once had. I was never able to emotionally be there for you because I had just gotten out of a six year relationship when I met you. You were awesome, I just didn't know how to handle you. It was all about timing and I am sorry that it was the wrong time for me." He responded, "I knew there was always something more you were not sharing. I knew, I just didn't know the details of your situation. It would have all eventually come out, but that was not what it was about. It was me, not you. Even if you had shared that with me earlier, it would not have mattered."

With the response I got, I felt better just because I was honest with him. There was now nothing he didn't know.