Ah, the secret boyfriend. So secret he doesn’t even know about it. Is it cheating if you have a real boyfriend and a secret boyfriend at the same time? No lines crossed – except for when you stare into his dreamy green eyes a second too long.
The Cyclist joined our team about a month ago. When I met him during the interview he reminded me so much of Monsieur le Baguette (MLB). Two primary differences, The Cyclist looked smashing in a pin stripe suit with suspenders (swoon with me now) and I’ve never seen MLB in a suit; and MLB has dreamy blue green eyes where The Cyclist has dreamy green eyes. They’re both divorced. They both have kids the same age. They seem to have a similar sense of humor, not 100% sure of The Cyclist’s since he and I haven’t gone out and gotten drunk – yet.
Every morning he has to walk by my office and he’ll pop in to chat for a few minutes. We were the last 2 in the office on Friday afternoon, and talk turned to happy hour and where we like to go drinking. I had mentioned I was heading out but wasn’t feeling it since MLB and I had gone out the night before and I had woken up still drunk. “Morning sex is the best,” he said to me. “Ugh. I was too hungover to do anything this morning.” I replied. “I don’t want to know,” he responded.
Yes he fucking does.
So whatever, we went off our separate ways after agreeing to go out and grab a drink sometime.
I went home to an empty house as MLB had gone off for a boys’ weekend which was basically a 2 day bender. Yesterday morning when we were texting he told me he was planning on leaving early and wanted to come and stay with me. Um, yes. We had a nice night. I rocked it as the little spoon, he hogged the bed, he was adorable. Usually, when he sleeps over during the week he gets up when I do and feeds Mr. Bojangles then makes me coffee. Think the bender got to him as he was dead to the world. When I woke him up to tell him I was leaving he tried to pull me back into bed with him. Tempting, but dating him is expensive and I gotta pay my bills.
Sitting at my desk this morning and the emails start popping through from The Cyclist. Questions about how the weekend went, plans for the week, etc. A secret romance is blossoming.