I Was An Emotional Prostitute Part 19

A day or two later, I got home from work, exhausted. I took a short nap, then looked in the fridge for dinner. Seeing nothing interesting, I decided to go out. Before I left, I called Dorn. When he learned it was me on the phone, he started laughing as he told me that he’d been about to call me. Then he said, “What’s up?”

I said, “I’m going to Wendy’s for dinner as there’s nothing interesting here.” He suggested meeting me there so the two of us could have dinner together. I dashed into my room, changed into my favorite sweater and matching earrings, then ran out the door. When I pulled into the Wendy’s parking lot, he was already there, which surprised me as he lived further away than I did. As I pulled into a parking spot, I saw his face partially in profile. I thought, “How in the world did I miss the fact that his nose is so big?”

He got out of his vehicle as I got out of mine. The first thing he said to me when he got a good look was, “When did you grow up?”

I smiled and said, “I tried to tell you.” He suggested another restaurant, so we got in his truck and went. As we ate, I learned that he wasn’t divorced, but rather separated from his wife.

After dinner he drove me back to my car. We talked for a few more minutes, then as I was about to unlock my car door, he said, “How about a hug?”

I said, “Really? I wasn’t sure you’d want one.”

“We’re friends aren’t we?” So, we hugged, then got in our cars to go home.

We met for breakfast as planned a couple of days later, then spent the day “bumming” as he called it. That meant that we visited a lot of antique shops to window shop. I found a little vase I wanted, but didn’t have the $2 in cash, so I was going to write a check. As I started to do so, Dorn stopped me, while pulling his wallet out. He paid for it with cash.

We talked on the phone almost daily after that. One night he invited me to his house for dinner. I started dropping in on him one or two nights a week after that, maybe more. If I’d known then what was going to happen, I might not have dropped in so much.

            I’d sit on his couch or in a chair and we’d talk. We talked about life, his marriage, our jobs, just whatever occurred to us. If I wasn’t at his house, we frequently talked on the phone. During one conversation he said, “What’s the first thing you do when you go out the door?”

I said, “Open the door.”

            He said, “No, you decide to go.” I had to laugh, but I realized that he was correct. The decision comes before the action.

            One night I drove to his house and saw a strange car parked in front. I slowed down to see if I could get a look at who was with him. As I drove by, I saw a heavy set figure with long hair. I figured it was probably his wife, so I should leave them alone in hopes they were working things out.

            As I drove away, I realized that the woman in the window couldn’t be his wife. I’d seen a picture of the two of them together and the woman I’d just seen was too heavy and her hair was too long. So, I drove back, parked, and then walked up to his door with my stomach in knots. He opened the door, raised his brows, and then stepped back for me to enter.

            As I entered the house, he introduced me to the woman I’d seen as I drove by the first time, Debbie.     We acknowledged each other and he told me that he’d run into her while doing errands. They’d gone to high school together. Things were okay between us at first, but not for long. It seemed that every time I dropped in on Dorn, she was always there. I actually started making it a point to stay till she left for the evening as that was the only way I got to talk to him privately.

            One night when we were all there, he started working on a computer he’d put in the living room. I asked him about fancy fonts for a project I had in mind. He typed something up in a few different fonts, printed it out then handed it to me to look at. As I stood there looking at the paper, Debbie stretched out her hand and told me to let her have it. I was basically done looking at it, but her attitude rubbed me wrong, so I continued to look at it a bit longer before complying.

            At this point I knew I was interested in him, but he was still married and no matter what I felt for him, I respected his marriage vows. However, it soon became clear that she was also interested in him.

            One day, Dorn told me he was having a barbeque at his house. He was expecting lots of people, so I baked a huge cake. Only me, Debbie, her sister and her sister’s daughter showed up. We decided to play Frisbee in the yard as Dorn’s house had a nice big yard. It started out well enough, but pretty soon the Frisbee was only being thrown from me to Dorn or Debbie to Dorn, etc. Dorn would throw it to someone else, but if one of us got it, we always threw it to him.