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When we got back to the jazz bar parking lot, I stepped out of his truck, turned around, and shook his hand. "Thank you, Jake," I said. "For reminding me that I’m still in there."

But something was different. I was different. Kylee Strutt - fun with a stranger - Real wife stories

That was the beginning of the most dangerous kind of fun: the kind where you forget to check your phone. For the next two hours, we talked. Not about work or kids or marriages. We talked about music, travel, the worst food we had ever eaten, and the best risks we had ever taken. He told me about the time he jumped off a dock in Thailand. I told him about the time I almost started a photography business but chickened out. When we got back to the jazz bar

We didn't kiss. We didn't touch. We just sat on the hood of his truck, shoulder to shoulder, watching the sun bleed over the water. It was the most intimate moment I had ever had with a person I knew nothing about. I was different

I couldn't answer. Because the truth was, I had forgotten.

When we got back to the jazz bar parking lot, I stepped out of his truck, turned around, and shook his hand. "Thank you, Jake," I said. "For reminding me that I’m still in there."

But something was different. I was different.

That was the beginning of the most dangerous kind of fun: the kind where you forget to check your phone. For the next two hours, we talked. Not about work or kids or marriages. We talked about music, travel, the worst food we had ever eaten, and the best risks we had ever taken. He told me about the time he jumped off a dock in Thailand. I told him about the time I almost started a photography business but chickened out.

We didn't kiss. We didn't touch. We just sat on the hood of his truck, shoulder to shoulder, watching the sun bleed over the water. It was the most intimate moment I had ever had with a person I knew nothing about.

I couldn't answer. Because the truth was, I had forgotten.