Chapter 5: Crossword Thoughts

As I lay in bed naked beside Jon, grimacing about the event that just happened, I can't help but think about why and how I actually got attracted to Jon in the first place. I turned to look at him, to study his face because I want to take in every slightest detail of his stoic face. I want to touch him but I fear that I will wake him up, instead, I made use of my eyes in touching him.

When Max and I got engaged in february, I vowed to myself that I would be true to him forever. Although we didn't have much in common, He is still an amazing person and a good man.

The irony here is, Sandra introduced Max to me.

They were both first-year law students at NYU, and because She insisted that she wasn't in school to date, but rather to learn, she naively passed the most eligible bachelor on campus, her friend Max, to me.

I remember seeing Max for the first time, he wore blue jeans, white polo and a lumber jacket. His blonde hair glimmered as the green dimmed light of the bar shone on it. Sandra had picked a nice bar near the beach to be the venue for Max and I to meet. I gasped when I saw a tall, handsome, well-built man that looks like Brendan Fraser in the movie 'Mummy Returns'.

Honestly, I didn't gasp because he is handsome, I gasped because I didn't imagine Sandra's friend to be handsome. And worse, he was first interested in her! Well, whatever that "interest" was, it didn't last long because after we had drinks and Sandra left, he was fixated by me and my beauty. He kept staring lovingly at me as we had conversations that night.

After that night, it took him few weeks to call and ask me out. As soon as he called, I immediately dumped the man I was seeing at that time.

Max will make a good husband because he admires my candor, my honesty about where I stood. He don't seem to mind my unapologetic zeal for pursuing quality goods and a good time. Nor did he mind my somewhat shallow outlook on the world. I found out about this when we started dating and I had to pretend to be interested in politics, sports, arts and the world, because whenever Sandra comes around She always have a way of highlighting my shortcomings, my indifferences to topics that she and Max cared so much about: the economy, events going on in third world countries, who's running for Congress. I mean, the two watch CNN for relaxation. I just had to endure for sometime.

On the day Sandra didn't visit, I showed my exhaustion of feigning interest in stuff that I cared little about, I grabbed the remote and switched the channel from the boring documentary on some stuffs going on in Kenya to Keeping Up With The Kardashians on Channel E.

"Hey! I was seeing that!" Max said.

"I'm so tired of poor people drama." I said, tucking the remote between my legs.

Max giggled, "I know. Very annoying, right?".

Since then I knew Max is the perfect man for me. Just for me.

Staring at Jon, thinking of Max and remembering my vow—my vow? Oh please, I'm not Mother Theresa. I've cheated on Max a lot of times and I had still gotten away with it, without the guilt hanging over my head. It was easy for me to get dressed the next morning and act like I've never met the guy.

I just hadn't really planned on fucking Jon. Or had I?