So, the doctor's office I frequent has this pretty receptionist. She always says hello to me and I never really talk to her. I met her while I was in "monk mode" where I cocooned up and ran my ass off every day and hit the gym hard and got my life sorted out after my divorce.

I came out of my cocoon a few months ago, and she was the first one I went after. "Hey, grilling out at my place tomorrow, wanna come?" I said as casually as possible in that situation.

She looked at me in amazement and said yes quickly. I asked for her number and moved on to whatever else I was doing that day.

I didn't text her, so she got my number off the system, and asked me if I meant for everyone. I said no, just you. She said sorry, she was married. After she hung up, I was like "why doesn't she wear a ring then."

A few days later she asks me to get some coffee with her. I'm like aight. We talk, and finds out her marriage is on the rocks. Probably why she doesn't wear a ring.

We text. She begins sending pics. We make out in my truck after work. I'm always trying to escalate, and slowly she lets me.

Got told this morning she found a babysitter for the kids, and we fucked like rabbits.

I always give a post coitus cuddle. I'm always trying to get better at my game, so I asked her when she would say yes to my number. She laughed, because while I was in my monk mode, she said thought I hated her guts. I would never talk to her, never make conversation, never look at her. I was always pretty intense. She said it made me "interesting." And she started thinking about me all the time as soon as I asked for her number.

Now she's texting me when she wants to set up a hotel room, or fuck in the back of my truck.

I have no idea what's going on with her man or if she's lying or telling the truth and honestly I don't care. That's the dudes problem.

All I know is you never know who wants to fuck until you go out and put yourself out there