I thought that maybe it was time I started dating again. Whatever it took to keep my head in the game and my eyes off Samantha’s chest as she jogged next to me. This wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t that guy. I was always able to look past the women who threw themselves at me, why couldn’t I do the same with a woman who was very obviously in love with her no-good husband? I’d made a promise to her and I’d stick with it, but things were getting harder and harder when it came to her. I was seeing her in a new light. I’d already found her attractive, but seeing her playful and happy with a radiant smile on her face was like a punch to the gut. I shouldn’t have accepted her offer for lunch, but I wasn’t ready to be away from her. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was a gentleman, through and through, and I knew I’d never act on my thoughts, but it sickened me that I couldn’t control my thoughts.
