You know those moments when you see someone across the room and instantly feel like the temperature went up ten degrees? That’s what it felt like seeing Aldo. If you’ve been following along, my promiscuity count is up to three. Yes, three men I slept with, or rather had sex with, during my first marriage. Aldo will be the next notch on the bedpost. For those of you who haven’t followed this series chronologically, let’s recap, shall we? My first indiscretion was with a hotel chef in Texas; my second came (literally) once I arrived in Florida. This indiscretion was then followed by Pedro—which lasted about three years. Pedro worked with me at the hotel on Miami Beach until he was fired; and Aldo worked in security. A man in uniform?
Yes, please.
This small affair took place during the time of Pedro, however it was after his dishonorable exit from work. Although I was in my late-twenties, I behaved like a school girl who flirts with some boy at recess when I saw Aldo. There were lingering stares, unnecessary trips around the property, and inquiries to move things forward. His gentle soul and kind nature made it impossible to resist him; however that same nature made him dangerous to continue having a relationship being a married woman.
I wasn’t looking for love and I knew that could easily happen with Aldo.