The woman's name started with "L" so I'll call her L1 because I later met another woman who's name also started with "L", and she became L2. With that said...

Years ago I had moved to a town (city really), got a good job, a nice apartment, things we're looking up. Good pay, great hours, weekends off... A single guy couldn't ask for more. Well, maybe a woman to share a life with. Ok, the search begins...

Of course using dating apps, swiping left, swiping right, green ✅, red 🚫, yada yada. Talk to a few, nothing much. Then one day I meet one on an app, not married, no kids (not that I have anything against kids, just makes it easier to date and plan things without, no hate I promise), lives in the same town, agrees to meet in a public place for (soft) drinks and talk. So the day and time get set. Friday evening.

The day comes, and I go to the place and she's already there. I'm thinking "Crap, I'm late. Good first impression buddy" but turned out she was early. I was fine. So we sit and talk. She's lived here for years, been divorced for umpteen years, no man, her one and only son is grown and out on his own. I tell her I just moved here a month ago, job, apartment, never married, no kids, yada. We spent about 3 hours there getting to know each other, and I'm noticing something about her.

She keeps looking around, like looking over her shoulder. A lot. This is a 🚩 to me, so I ask her if she's ok. She tells me there's a few people that like to cause drama for her, so she's looking to see if they're around so stuff doesn't get started. (Ok, sure, it happens. Probably a legit concern.) So I ask her if she wants to go elsewhere where they aren't so we can talk without her having to be on the lookout. She suggests my apartment (it's close by, I actually walked to meet her) so I asked "You sure?" not wanting to be anything but a gentleman on day one. She says yes, let's go. Ok, so we start walking that way, continuing our talking.

All a sudden, she looks like she saw a ghost, stepped away from me, and acted like she was a random pedestrian when a certain person was walking towards us. At this point I KNOW something is up. L1 and this other woman pass by each other with a "Hey, how ya doin?" "Doin good, you?" And that was that. L1 comes back to me and says "Sorry, that's one of the ones that cause me problems." Sure, ok, I ask "Are you sure something isn't going on that you're not telling me? Are you married?" "No" "Have a boyfriend?" "No" "Then what is it? People don't just walk around in fear of other people for no reason." "I'll tell you when we get to your place, I just don't want trouble before we get there."

I should have cut it off right there, but my curiosity got the better of me. I had to know WTF was going on and I wasn't letting go till I knew. Other than her "fears", I was actually liking her. A lot. So I wanted to see what was going on to see if it was something I could help with, or overcome. So we finally get to my place (10 minutes walk) and we go in. I get us some Comes, and we sit down and I continue the questions. She's a little dodgy but does answer them enough to get me to move on. The last question I asked her took forever to get an answer. "Do you live with someone?" This is where it pivoted.

Short version... She lived with her ex bf. According to her, they did it to share bills, but lived as single people. He did his thing, she did hers. L1's story was he still had love for her (she didn't love him), and the people that caused drama, would go to him and tell him everything she did with everyone to cause him to argue with her. I myself at one time lived with an ex, so hearing about all the stuff the other does... No, I don't wanna hear it see it nothing. So I can remotely understand L1's situation. It's a thin story, but plausible. So benefit of the doubt, I'll believe her. For now. So we go back to normal talks.

It's after 10pm at this point, so I offer to walk her towards home, or wherever she wants to go so she's not alone out there. She looks at me and says "I really don't want to go. Is that bad?" I say no, but how long does she want to stay? It's Fri night, I don't have a curfew lol. She looks down, gets fidgety, and says "All night?" I wasn't expecting that honestly. I'm the last of the "nice guys" and didn't consider a sleepover on the first date. So I say "Well, I guess, but I only have the one bed. I can sleep in the chair and you can have the bed." She looks at me and says "I don't want to sleep alone." Feeling braver, or horny, not sure at this point, I say "Aw, you need a cuddle buddy?" She laughs and says "Yeah, something like that." So we talk some more, we like each other, we want to see where it goes, yada. I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I come back and...

She's still in the chair, but in her sleepwear. A short shirt and fuzzy underwear. And. She. Is. Sexy. As. Hell. I compose myself the best I can and say "I guess you're ready to sleep." She says "Not quite yet really" and gets up to face me. She smiles at me so I think "Why not" and go in for the kiss. It was exactly what she was thinking, so we make out a bit, and she says "What do you wear to bed?" I look at her "Normally I sleep nude, but I have shorts I can wear." She tells me the shorts aren't needed. She gets in the bed and looks at me. Ok, here goes, and I get undressed. She sees me, "me", and says "Oh god that looks so good." I climb in the bed and we go to kissing more. My hands everywhere, her hands everywhere, and I tell her "I don't have a condom ready." She says "I've had surgery. I can't get pregnant." So the night progresses in that fashion. A few times. By 4am we were exhausted lol.

Next morning (more like noon really) we wake up and she wants one more. Sure! So we do that. Then she says she's sorry. "I didn't mean to be so slutty, I don't want you to think less of me. I really like you, you're the best guy I've met in a long time, and I really want us to give this a go." I tell her "I want to see how this goes to, and honestly we didn't need to do anything for me to continue being interested in you." She said she couldn't help herself, she's not normally like that, but she was so into me that she wanted to give herself to me. Damn, ok. Hope I'm not dating a stalker lol. (Way later down the road, yes. Yes she was a stalker lmao)

So we say our goodbyes for the time being, agree to see each other again later that day, and get a dinner together. Fine by me. Later that day, we meet at a restaurant in town, and another woman is with her. L1 never told me about her joining, but ok. Turns out she is a long-time friend of L1, known her since grade school. Many years as friends. We sit down and I buy the 3 of us whatever they want. I'm not a jerk, I'll be nice. But the whole time L1's friend is there (I'll call her M), M is staring at me with an unpleasant look on her face. Being hateful to L1 too. Dinner over, we walk around a bit, see the sights of painted murals on walls in the main alleys, take some pics, yada. Evening comes to a close and both L1 and M go home, no action tonight.

Couple days go past, hear nothing. Then day 3? 4? I get a text from an unknown number. "She's lying to you" is all it says. I'm thinking "Ok, here it is. The 🚩 is finally waving, and I'm about to find out." I text back "Who is this?" and get a reply "It's M, L1's friend from dinner the other day" and another text "We need to talk". So I say ok, and we set up a time and place to meet. Thursday afternoon (after I get off work) at such a place in town L1 doesn't go. I confirm, and I didn't go defenseless... I'm not about to show up somewhere and face the wrath of a jealous bf, or worse, husband.

I meet M at the place and time, and it's just her. She asks me what L1 told me because she (M) knows it's a lie. So I fill her in on no hubby, no bf, lives with ex, yada. M says most of that is true, but the ex she lives with... isn't her ex. They are current. It makes sense. People causing drama, looking over the shoulder, jumpy, all that clicked. M then says "I'm so sorry about all this. You're a nice guy from what I can tell, and she shouldn't be doing you this way." Yes I'm saddened by it, but I figured something was up, so I tell M "I'm glad to know. I kinda thought something was up, and now I know. Thank you. Are you single?" We both laughed cuz I meant it as a joke. Kinda. Anyway...

Turns out L1 was with the guy she lived with, AND was seeing a few other guys to boot. Me included. Of course when L1 and I meet again, I call her out on it. "No, I'm not..." blah blah. Then the asshole comes out. "I have their numbers. Tell ya what, I'll call them on speaker, and we'll have a good conversation right here with you." She freaked. And finally admitted everything. I look at her and say "Why? Why go through all this to meet a guy... another guy... when you already have a few guys? How do you expect a relationship to work like this? It's either one, or not at all." She "loves" every guy she's been with, can't make up her mind, blibbety blah. So I tell her "Ok, I'll make your mind up for you. I'm NOT going to share my gf with anyone, so if you can't stop, then we aren't "us" anymore. All I can be for you is fwb." Oddly enough, she said "Ok."

I further explain that I will not be faithful to her since she isn't faithful to me. "Ok." I will have sex with other people. "Ok." And if you want sex, I'm fine with that. We'll have sex. "Ok."

I really can't explain her mindset, but she was fine with the fact that if she could have sex with me (and anyone else apparently), she was perfectly happy. And she was perfectly happy with me being with others when I wasn't having sex with her. And that's how the next few years went until I finally met someone that I clicked with, and almost married her. That's another story for another day, but this one is how I met my first fwb.

P.S. she never said no to anything I wanted to do to her sexually, nothing painful, but as long as it made me cum, she welcomed it anywhere and everywhere. Really good at bjs too, but that may be TMI lol.