Bad Decisions

 Readers will remember that I recently met a married dude and started sleeping with him. His wife was out of town last weekend, and Charlie hit me up Thursday wanting to fuck. I wasn't able to accommodate him because of prior plans and he responded that he could come over Friday evening and spend the night. Something got ahold of me, and I agreed. The plan was I'd make dinner, he'd bring wine, AND we'd spend the night together, something I haven't done with anyone since 2001. I spent Friday afternoon cooking a delightful bolognese sauce for dinner, and it didn't disappoint. Right on time, Charlie shows up on my back porch, looking hot and adorable, and carrying wine and other items. He came in, we made out, and I started to get the table set. He'd been with someone earlier in the day, and even though he said it wasn't that great, neither one of us was really interested in sex, so we tabled that topic for another time. Dinner was fantastic, the company was great, and we were happy campers. We kept drinking what was left of the wine, although we each had a beer before dinner. After dinner, we watched the first episode of "Heated Rivalry" since he'd never seen it. When the show was over, we went upstairs to bed. It was beyond odd feeling someone else in my bed, but believe me, I acclimated almost immediately. I slept much better than I thought I would waking up only once to pee as did he. I woke up at my usual 5 am hour and went downstairs to make coffee. Soon I heard him come downstairs and into the kitchen to ask for some coffee. I gave him a cup and he told me he wanted to see more of "HR" since he enjoyed the first one so much. We watched two more episodes before he said he wanted to take me to his favorite bagel place for breakfast. We went and the bagels really were good. He brought me back to my place and left with us tentatively planning for an encore performance the week of the 15th since Mrs. Charlie will be out of town that week. He did tell me that he wondered if us doing what we're doing was distracting me from what I really want, which is to find a boyfriend. I was honest and told him that I'd been going on dates with other men, but there have rarely been second dates with most of them. I know letting him stay over isn't helpful to me because it may get me too attached to him, but I think that ship has sailed. He's moving to Phoenix in August, and I probably won't see him after that, so I plan on enjoying this summer fling while I can.