Ok- so she’s coming on to you, Mr. Bus Guy.
But you didn’t take her up on the bait.
And you are absolutely correct in that:
It* is* all up to you-no one has the power to make you cheat or to destroy your marriage except for* you*.
You know, maybe I’m naive but I still don’t read Mr. Bus Guy as testing the boundaries of either but instead being naturally curious.
See!? You chose the interesting path in life, and you get gonzo sex for at least a week for your troubles!
I think Mr. Bus Guy is a winner all around here. Good work.
BusGuy --I’m glad I didn’t offend you with my post. She strikes me as phoney, though. I’m sure she’s great and all, but short of throwing herself onto the table at Panera, she made it quite obvious that if you had so much as hinted at some action–she’s there with bells on.
This may sound all wrong, but if you really like that perfume, find out what it is and get some for MBG–she doesn’t have to know the background, and I seriously doubt you want her to wear it as a reminder of Susan, so…
IF Susan keeps cornering you-you may have to get rude. And make sure that MBG is informed of every step.
This beats housework, I tell ya!
This would not have gone well at Kasa Kalhoun. I’m glad The Bus Couple has the kind of relationship that can weather it. I know we’d be in six kinds of shit over something like that.
Nah, not at all. Like I said, those same thoughts crossed my mind. If anything, thinking of her thinking she could manipulate me like that may help keep her in the background.
I’m not a guy that remembers those things - perfumes. I know when I like one but if she had told me, I’d have forgotten the name anyway. I suppose I could hermetically seal this sweater and run it to the Colunter of Smelly Things at Fields and have the lady do me a copmarison, huh?
Look for her to start accidentally running into you into public often.
Better run to the counter at Field’s quickly–soon to be Field’s no more (and that thought makes me cry).
I dunno how this would go down here. I think we’d be OK with it.
I was extremely pissed at my wedding when a woman who had wanted to date my then BF/fiancee came to my wedding wearing a tea-length, beaded white satin dress… :rolleyes:
adn then I felt sorry for her.
sorry for hijack
Mr. Bus Guy, after lurking through both your threads, I have to say your wife is my new hero. I’m not sure that I would be able to maintain that kind of composure, although I’d like to think I’d try. The one that got away ain’t nothin’ to the one you caught. Congrats to you.
Thanks, I’ll pass that along. I happen to agree, which is no small part of why I could walk away like I did.
Brief update while I’m here.
The wife got home 30 minutes ago, and just said “details?”
So I filled her in quickly. She came to same conclusion as eleanorigby, that there was no good a-brewing, so isn’t all happy about that. But she’s secure that I did the right thing, and she trusts me, which is huge in my book. There was a time, she would have had something to worry about, and reason to doubt me, and I like that we seem past that.
Oh crap, did I grow up or something?
Anyway, the salmon is in the broiler, the salad’s ready and we’re having dinner. Then I understand I am obligated to other things tonight. 
Dude, you’re not following the clothing optional suggestion, are you? Cause I don’t want to read something typed by a naked dude.
Shhhhhh - he’s boinking the wife.
My guess? Old Flame was doing some face-saving and still has designs on you. She’d like it to be a “oh, I was trying to be so noble, but your manliness has just overwhelmed me!” sort of thing and the very first time you give her any indication that you’re interested, she’ll trip you and be underneath when you land.
You did a great job, Mr. Bus Guy, but do not spend another moment with that woman. There’s something very wrong with her.
Ooh…this sounds wonderful. What a great way to spend an evening.
I like salmon.
Nice one, Mr Bus Guy; this is actually what ‘forsaking all others’ means; not just *‘forsaking others who are not gagging for it’[i/]. Well done - here’s hoping that you and your wife reap great rewards from this act of will.
Please, do tell this story.
Bus Guy: You done good. I’m proud of you. I agree with others that say to be ready to “accidentally” run into her again.
You did good MBG. What else is there to say? You did good.
My apologies for resurrecting this, but I just read this article and was instantly reminded of this thread. It’s pretty startling how many people end up doing more than just getting together for a cup of coffee…
Mr Bus Gu, sir, I salute you. hand over heart
I’m glad you resurrected it, Maureen, as I somehow missed it the first go-round. I lurked through the first thread and was wondering how things went. I agree with most of what’s being said here. MrBusGuy, you handled things perfectly, especially considering all the little traps this woman set for you. She sounds like Trouble-with-a-capital-T. On the other hand, it sounds like she doesn’t want to make a fool of herself by throwing herself in front of someone who doesn’t want her, so hopefully this is the end of it.
No sign, no word at all since then, but this was an interesting tidbit I never added:
I mentioned the lingering scent on my sweater. At the end of the day I was rushed when I got home, and never got the thing into the wash. At night, Wife was picking things up off the floor (heh-heh 
) and she grabbed the sweater, sniffed and asked me how I got her perfume on my sweater.
Huh?
:eek:
Oh, dear you mean YOURS?
Um…it seems the reason I liked the way Susan smelled that morning, was probably because it was (unconsciously I swear) familiar.
Told you I was a perfume dork.
Anyway, I 'fessed up that it musta been left that morning. And did some ‘splainin’.
Sweater tossed in the hamper. “YOU better wash that, I’m not going to”
No damage to ME in the long run surprisingly. In fact a couple mornings later, as she’s leaving for work, BW hugs me, and says “I smell nice?”
I STILL can’t tell you what it’s called, I keep forgetting to sniff bottles on her dresser.