Page 35 of Infidelity Rules

It’s a chilly afternoon and I’m curled up at home, making my way through a late lunch of grilled cheese and tomato soup. I went for a long run earlier to clear my head and am now enjoying the warmth of my kitchen and the comfort of gooey cheese and a can of old-school Campbell’s tomato.

I’m back at Persimmon tonight, which I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, I will have to endure more cheese cart questions and the wonky eye from Chef, but on the other, I get to ask Julian more questions about Violet.

That was another doozy he laid on me last night and I didn’t get the chance to follow up.

I’m not letting him off so easily tonight.

Julian also gave me a lot to think about in terms of Marcus and how I would play this all out if I had my way.

I was hoping the run this morning would help.

It did not. I wanted a fling, I wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

I also wasn’t expecting to rope Dezi into my crazy romantic life.

I want to help her, I really do, but I’m just not ready to make any big decisions.

For now, I want things to stay the same.

I love where we are, suspended in this blissful romantic cocoon.

I don’t want to poke holes in it and I don’t think it’s my job to poke holes in it.

If there are any moves to make, they really need to come from Marcus.

He made the vows. And he’s the one breaking them.

My love for him does not blind me to the fact that he is, in fact, cheating on his wife.

I’m slurping the last of my soup just as my phone pings. Marcus, I think, my heart soaring. Nope, Cindy. Sigh.

Cindy: Our date was wonderful! One of the best we’ve had in years!

Zack showed up! Hallelujah!

Me: I’m so happy to hear that. What did you wear?

Cindy: Clingy blue dress. His favorite color.

Me: Matches your eyes. Excellent choice.

I see those three little dots moving and I know she’s responding. Maybe she’s firing me! Oh please, please, please tell me the date was so good we are now done with these dumb lessons.

Cindy: Can’t wait for our next session. I’ll be in touch.

Sigh. Wishful thinking. I’m glad Zack showed up though. And here’s hoping he forgets about me. I like Cindy and I can see how they ended up together. Maybe they’ll find their way back.