Ok, so the name i've changed to in order to write this is self-explanatory. i really am a sad old bint and need a good slap. Just need to write this to get it out of my system, mainly.
Moved the family to the back of beyond a few months ago. I'm a SAHM and feeling pretty lonely at the moment... spend most of the time going to toddler groups and taking dd up and down to nursery. I am getting to know other mums, but it's a slow process. DH is at work most of the time and although i'm a fairly creative person and try and keep my interests in art, music, languages etc ticking over, the mind can start to wander on occasion(not that that's any excuse).
So i've got into the habit of going to the one decent cafe in town when dd's at nursery, and holing up in the corner with a coffee and a book. And (as if you didn't see it coming) there's this waiter who is about 22, looks like a young Christian Slater, just gorgeous. I can't look at him without seeing visions of his hard, young body against mine, pushing me up against a wall somewhere... . I'm cringing at myself as i write this. He has these piercing blue eyes that just seem to look into my soul... and this smile...
Anyway it's just a stupid, cliched crush, i've barely even spoken to him, i doubt he'd be interested in someone at least 5 years older than him, 'happily' married with a dc...
Obviously i can't tell anyone in rl, that's why i'm boring you all with it. And i love dh. I wouldn't cheat on him even if i had the chance and i know i'm a huge hypocrite because if i found out he had these feelings for someone else (are they feelings, or just base physical attraction?) i'd be mortified. I'm just behaving like a desperate housewife without the glamour. Then I'm dh probably does fancy other people. and that's ok, i suppose, as long as you don't let it become anything more, isn't it?
He did cheat on me, with someone younger than i am, before we were married, years ago. Before we had dd... Maybe that's why part of me feels almost entitled to lech over this young bloke, even though i've forgiven him (for the most part) and it's all in the past.
And maybe it's just a part of small town life, this kind of thing? When we lived in the city, you barely saw the same face twice. Maybe i'm just enjoying the fact that i can go to this place and know i'm going so see this cute guy, even though nothing more will come of it?
Thanks for reading my ridiculous ramblings