When I was single and fun I lived abroad for a couple of years. Had a beautiful boyfriend, all very serious and lovely, but, I came home, it quietly fizzled out.
Fast forward the best part of 20 years, and, work is taking me on a trip back there. To about an hour away from where he lived. I may have established via FB that he's still there, in a relationship and has not had the decency to get fat or bald
I'm married, happily, and have 3 kids. They're not coming on the trip. I have zero potential to be unfaithful. Zero. Not got it in me. No need for an emotional affair, fling, nothing. I am very, very dull.
I'd really like to meet up with him, just for a coffee. I don't want to have an affair - would just like to reminisce about what a bloody good laugh we had and hear about all the people we knew. It was such a happy time. And, he was so very, very handsome.
Having daydreamed over this quite a lot seems there are these outcomes:
- he says "who"?
- he says "Nope. no thanks"
- he says "that'd be great!", we meet for a couple of hours, have a laugh, lovely
- as per 3, only, I remember why I didn't stay for him and ruin my daydream which I use when I fall out with DH/am harassed with kids/it's raining on my washing again, about how-I-could-be-living-on-a-beach-with-a-man-with-a-6-pack-and-not-dealing-with-any-of-this-shit
- as per 3, but, I want to shag him. Out of habit.
Talk me down. It's a really, really bad idea to even email him and say "hi, fancy a scone?", isn't it?