by Rita Lynn
Riding my bike makes the night come to life. It is better than a rollercoaster. Heck, with the engine vibrating between my legs who needs sex?
I walked out on him right in the middle of a fight. We’d just had mind-blowing, eyes rolled back in my head sex. Then he gets up to go to the bathroom. When he didn’t come back to bed, I went to investigate.
He was sitting in front of the computer, eyes glued to the screen, fingers typing away chatting, talking to some faceless girl. I ripped into him.
I was hurt that he could go from our bed straight to his computer. I was upset that he didn’t think anything of it. I was hurt that he’d used me to gratify himself while thinking about another.
When he started screaming back at me, I left.
Now I find myself understanding…The rush that I feel when riding this old bike is similar to the feelings of infatuation. Unfortunately this is only a temporary fix. Love is something much more than the first blush of sexual attraction. I wonder if he knows this and do I care?