In her blog, Sarah often wrote about an affair she had with a co-worker that eventually broke up her marriage. I'm still trying to untangle why that obvious red flag fanned my interest in her.
Sure, Sarah was smart and tough, her words were clever, and she brought an energy to her interaction with people that made me want to come back. But I also clung to each chapter of her sordid tale; each post further complicating her sexy, lying, regretful experience.
I was unable to gauge where we were heading
Once we clicked, Sarah and I became all about each other -- first as friends, then more. In the friend-crush stage, we adored each other’s writing. We plastered comments on each other’s pages. We exchanged email addresses and played tag all day.