Well, gosh, I saw my old flame, a married man over the weekend. I wrote about this previously, the junior high/high school/college, and post college relationship we had after growing up in poverty in the coalfields of WV. He went off to Harvard and is now a judge and mediation lawyer, and we have corresponded for over a year, regularly, sometimes sev. times a day. He's married, and not gonna get a divorce. The visit was pleasant at the start, with our going to a Marshall Univ. football game and dinner. The next evening, Sunday, he came here to my house, and our discussions of our past resulted in my weeping uncontrollably (unlike me) and his tearing up also. On Monday, he had a long labor hearing (the reason he was down here in WV), and I did not expect to see him, but around 7:30 my doorbell rang and it was him in his business suit, looking all handsome. I was in my slob clothes, without makeup, and puffy eyes from the crying jag from the previous night. I had even taken a sick day from work to recover from it! During the two evenings we had together, he massage my hands, in which I have arthritis. It was so touching and intimate. We also hugged briefly. I realize my attraction to this man is so intense and so surpasses anything I could ever feel for another man. I even told him, tearfully, that it is "almost enough" for me to hear from him via email, as we have done for the past year, and the infrequent, nonsexual visits. Sound pitiful??? I want to know what you all think of this.
Seeker