I am pretty depressed and heartbroken...but here's the gist of the situation:
David is here. He looks great. Although he's barely 40, he's got
a lot of salt-n-pepper thing going on with his black hair now which makes him look very distinguished and he hasn't slacked off in his workout regimen either. His skintone was pretty tanned up no doubt from the California sun...in other words, it was great to see him again.
I picked him up from the airport on Monday and drove him to the hotel he's staying in here. The drive up the expressway to his hotel was fine, we had a lot of good conversation and he totally stayed away from the Jason subject. We both did, really. We've worked out a verbal agreement on some business transactions we have pending right now. So things were fine. When we got to the hotel, he asked me if I would help him with his bags to his room. I said, "why not just get the bell-hop boy or whoever to do it?" He was like, just help me with my bags already will ya?
So I acquiesced, figuring there would be no harm in this. We went up to his room, and it was at this point where I started to feel really nervous. I started to unload his bags
outside his door and he was like, "Dude, come in...you don't have to be afraid of me."
So I stepped into the room. It was nice...great view of the city skyline and all that. He brought in the rest of his stuff and immediately set up his laptop on the desk in the corner of the room. He offered me something to drink but I declined. He went into the bathroom to take a piss. So I walked over to the window to take in more of the view. He came out about 10 minutes later and came up behind me and tried to like...wrap his arms around my chest or shoulders. I shrugged him off and said I had to go. He said, alright. He said he would see me out, so he followed me back to the door.
I stepped out halfway into the hallway and turned my face back to say goodbye. He was right on me and kissed me smack dab on my mouth. It was one of those hungry type, aggressive kisses. And it totally took me off guard. The really, really stupid part about it? I didn't even
try to resist it. Things got heavier and more intense...tongue action and the whole nine....right there in the doorway of his room, in the hallway of the hotel. A hotel housekeeper walked by and we didn't even give a f***...which is unusual for both of us as we were pretty much against public physical displays of affection when we were together.
I broke the s*** up. I said, "Dave, like I told you, I've got somebody now." He said "What your dude don't know won't hurt him." That kinda pissed me off. So I said I gotta go Dave and started walking down the hallway. As I got in the elevator he said "F*** you then", and closed his door.
Jason doesn't know about this. And I can't figure out if kissing Dave (or allowing him to kiss me rather) qualifies as me "cheating" on Jason. Obviously, David and I did not get intimate on any other level, but since then, David has sent me at least 2 dozen text messages, most of them filled with extremely dirty innuendo. And he still wants me to come to Christmas dinner with his family. I have not replied to any of his texts...but they keep coming.
I feel like total s***...like a dirty ****e.