I grew up in a small town. My hometown had 200 people and the town I went to school in had 1200. Everyone knew everyone’s business. I went to college in a town of 60,000 and considered it a “big city”. But, it was a big city with a really small town feel. It’s a fairly close-knit community; I learned quickly that word seemed to spread in certain circles as if it were a small town. The community I live in now has a couple hundred thousand people. I thought this was a really big city – no Chicago or anything like that but a big city nonetheless. It’s not nearly as big as I thought it was though.
I wrote last month about how I learned that my massage therapist is into kink. Today was my first massage since then. I didn’t feel like it was awkward or anything, not even when we discovered that I’ve fucked her boyfriend. Yep, that’s right. It’s the guy I wrote about here and here. Through a vanilla part of conversation tonight I asked her where her bf works. When she told me I said something along the lines of “Oh, I dated a guy from there.” You can figure out where the conversation went from there. We laughed our assess off. She said that when she’d mentioned me he did get a little quiet but she didn’t think too much of it at the time. Now, of course it makes sense. I’m very happy for the two of them. He is sweet and would do anything for someone he cares about and she is a positively delightful girl who deserves someone so sweet. I’m glad they found each other!
