I am a good friend... I am told. kind, compassionate, understanding, and a good listener. when my friends have problems, they open up to me. friends with marital problems, family with marital problems, friends with health issues.
I am a single guy. I pretty much have been for the last thirteen years. a consummate bachelor of sorts. with that I have had periodic friends with benefits. some come and go. some come back. sometimes over years. its weird, but it is my life.
I made the acquaintance of a lady probably five years ago. we tried dating, but were just different and it never really warranted a third date. then, after a couple of years our paths crossed again. this time in more a casual sex nature. the first time was crazy. she was ravenous. took me in her mouth in broad day light in front of strangers. she was open and honest and that made the sex hot.
this happened a number of times. I would get random texts in the middle of Saturday afternoons, "wanna fuck?" it was always hot. even if I wasn't at my best, she would be satisfied and that made me feel good about being with her. we never really broached the subject of dating. just went about our business.
we had such a rendezvous one Saturday last year. great time. then a week later, she announces on FB that she was engaged. I was thrown to say the least.
after a few months, she reached out to talk to me about it. said it was sudden and she was unsure, but that I would always have a special place in her hearts, just as she would in mine. I would get periodic emails saying she missed our time. I did too.
then Friday she tells me that she has called off the engagement and that I am the first thing on her list as a single woman. last night she came over after a long night out in the hood. neither of us were sober, and it was a marathon. fantastic sex. both of us satisfied time and time again.
this morning, we roused for another session and she whispers that it was nice to have one more rendezvous. one more... then she tells me that I am going to find a woman some day and make her very happy. she starts to cry a little. I hold her tight. as we both finish, she says there is something she has to tell me. a sobering statement.
she tells me that she has an inoperable brain tumor and she doesn't know how much longer she has. could be a month, could be a year, could be fifty years. she won't do chemo. she is just waiting.
I don't know how to process this...