Problem-solving

"So what are we going to do about these feelings?" He asked, after he gulped down two-thirds of his beer.

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I had wondered why he had invited me to this bar. He had never done that before. This was definitely a week of firsts.

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Such an odd week. A co-worker comes in white sick, as if the company couldn't function without him. Sending him home didn't help any. I still got sick. Hopefully, nothing major will happen while I'm gone. They have my home number.

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At the pharmacy, while buying medication for this severe cold or whatever it is, I bump into the ex-wife. I was genuinely happy to see her, until she acted like I had caught her doing something wrong. Was I glad to done with that conversation. Her life was her business, no longer mine.

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Then, as if I wasn't feeling bad enough, the medicine hits me so hard that I wake up to Berkeley in bed with me. Now he asks me, what are we going to do!

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Divorcing after thirteen years of marriage, I need peace of mind, not another relationship. I'm up for fun without attachments. This is more than I want to handle at this time.

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I wish he had chosen a quiet place to talk. The music is too loud, the bar is overcrowded. This is not the place or time for this conversation. What did he think, that bringing me here would keep me from making a scene? How insulting!

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"It was only sex."