Young Jinx (she was a blonde) was pretty wild. She weighed much less, had no job (just school), and took each night as a personal quest to find someone hot to cuddle up to.

She was fun. I miss her sometimes.

But then we finished grad school, got a job teaching, dyed her hair brown (and later found greys!), found more pleasure in snacks than penises, and eventually found ourselves at 29, settled down with a super nice guy that's 180 degrees from the overly educated, overly jackassy, overly "fun" guys she used to.

And because we don't do Facebook, most of our exes don't know...

So every few weeks or so, I get a sweet text, email, chat, or call from an ex. They use their sweet voices, call me nice names, and try to remind me about how great they were. Oh, and they're in town/newly single/in an open relationship/annoyed with their wives and am I free?

Advertisement

I'm not. I love GuyJinx and even though I know he'd forgive me for a slip, I never want to hurt him.

But that doesn't stop me from sitting, sipping my tea, and wishing could say yes, I'm free, take the next flight to Vegas and have fun again.

Is there a way to deal with this? I know I'm not special and I'm not the first married person to go "What if?" but how do you stop yourself from kinda wishing you said yes.