by joining a Convent? 
Let me tell you it is very tempting right now.
So after Mr Cheap there was a bit of a lull (just over three weeks – yes my friends give me complete crap for this – “you always have a man on the go!“) in the men department. Then Friday we had a work BBQ with our big umbrella of companies (not just the people I work with on a daily basis) where I met Marine Man. He’s awesome. I had met him once before when he popped by my workplace, it was only very brief, but I thought he was cute in a manly, tan, outdoors man with curly dark hair type of look.
So anyway we hit it off on Friday night, conversation was easy, lots of laughing, lots of flirting, all very fun until near the end of the night when I found out he had a girlfriend. Of 12 (on and off – apparently) years. Fuck! Are you being serious right now?!?! To be honest I switched off him right then. What kind of guy flirts away like that when he has a girlfriend at home?
But of course I am Bronnie, and would there be something to blog about if it stopped right there? Plus of course there was wine involved…
Yes. Later on that night we started texting. He went home, I went into town with one of his mates, a friend of mine and another work person. I had asked his mate for his number so I could text him to find when the gate would be open so I could rescue my car from their security. Totally innocent. Then the wine must have kicked in and I lost all inhibitions, in Bronnie-style. So I replied to his text saying I’d had a fun night with him and thought he was cute.
He didn’t reply.
Right, screw this I thought to myself. I didn’t text again, decided it was best left alone. Until Monday morning, 7.30am I get a text from him. “Sorry I never replied on Friday night, my gf read the text. thanks for the compliment though 
“.
So basically he couldn’t text me all weekend while he was around his girlfriend. From there it was a day of flirty texts between us, and we discovered there was a mutual attraction. I know I feel so guilty right now typing this. I sound like a complete bit-on-the-side-biarch. But at the end of yesterday I told him we couldn’t do this. I deserve better than being “the other woman”. If he’s not happy (and apparently not in love) with his girlfriend then he needs to sort that out.
I haven’t heard from him since and I’m not expecting to really. I’m gutted, yes. But there is no way in hell I am going to text him and cause problems between them. He needs to be a man and do something about it if he’s not happy.
Secretly, yes, I do want to see him again. One of his texts suggested I come up with an excuse for having to stop by his work… if only I didn’t have a conscience!
