Cheating 1.

 Cheating.

 It happens. Men do it. Women do it. Sometimes you think everybody does it. Luckely that's not true.

But that it happens is a fact. 

In my dating world i have bumped in to a few of them. There are three of them that i wrote a story of. So here is the first one:

 

The one who first cheated on me.

In Holland we have a saying that a fox won’t lose his dirty tricks. Well, that definitely stands for this one.

He was quite a macho-man. A least he behaved like one. That was also part of what I found attractive in him. He was what we call a really men! He liked to be in control. He preferred to decide what we would do, where we would go, how we would go there and when we would leave.

One of his best friends was a girl. His best friend he called her. No, there was abso-total-fucking-lutly no reason to think anything more of it. And I tried, I really tried to believe that. But it was that little voice in my head that kept popping up. I didn’t took me long to find out that it was definitely more then ‘just’ friends.

There is cheating and cheating. But if your in a relationship with me you don’t need to go and sleep with your best friend and then come back to me expecting me to be jumping up and down with enthusiasm to go to bed with you. So that was that.

Ever since I confronted him with the fact that he cheated on me he denied. Even after a few months he denied that he cheated. The fact that her hamster was living with him didn’t matter. Noo, she just stayed over sometimes.  It was until not even a year later that they got married, that he couldn’t deny anymore that there was something between them.

I think it was nearly two year after that that we started email each other. I was babysitting somewhere near their house. He would love to see me again. At that moment she was in bed and he was..i guess bored. He took the dog for a walk so he could walk past the house where I was babysitting.

I got curios how far he would go. We kept emailing for a few weeks. The next time when I was babysitting she wasn’t home. It was right then that he wanted me to come over after. I was even welcome to stay the night. For a minute I thought about going over there. I thought about leaving my sexy thong somewhere hidden in the couch. But then I remembered that it wasn’t up to me to make her relise what she married in to and secondly or actually first…I’m to good for that shit.