The fling that’s vivid in my mind is the one that happened this past July. Now, that fact that I had a so-called “fling” astounds my three bests. To most I’m known as the ultimate Mary, but the gals know me better (they’ve seen my wild/sassy side). They just didn’t expect my sometimes sassiness to turn into sexiness and take over my body (their words, not mine). Any who…

I met Ryan at, what I like to call, “the real life Dirty Dancing Resort.” I originally developed a crush on the owner’s son, a good guy who is handsome and funny. Ryan was his best friend, “the playboy,” the one I was warned to stay away from by some girlfriends. Uh-oh, intrigue! I didn’t do anything about it as first though because I never saw him and had other things to focus on. Then, unfortunately for me, we were paired as dance partners. I say “unfortunately” because this is a gal who can’t ignore a guy who likes to shake his tail feather. After that we began chatting frequently and after a night of drinking (devil that alcohol) the fling was in full swing.

After three weeks I was sure that I had achieved something great; turned this playboy into a one woman man. But, lo and behold I found out that he was dating one of my friends behind my back and that they had been together for months. At that moment I had a rush of so many emotions that difficult to describe. I knew I had to confess (if you can call it a confession when you didn’t know it was wrong in the first place) to my friend. I told her as soon as I figured out a way how, but didn’t know what do to about Ryan. Then I realized that Ryan prob. didn’t know that my friend and I were friends. Ah-ha! So, my friend and I showed up a party together, the look on Ryan’s face and the squeamish way he acted towards me was the revenge I needed.

Truth though, as bad as it seemed as the time, I learned a lot about myself. Which I guess is the best thing you can ask for. The sad part is that I don’t think either of them did because they’re still together.