Page 10 of See You Sometime
It would take her a few months to save up for a place of her own, but at least she’d be able to afford one. Meanwhile, she’d enjoy being able to freely spend time with her parents, time she hadn’t had in years.
On her lunch break she took her sandwich outside and sat in the shade to scroll through Facebook on her phone. On Monday, she’d gone to the cell phone store after dropping off the rental truck so she could get a local number.
Her father had surprised her by buying her a brand new phone in the process, a belated birthday present despite the fact that they’d sent her an Amazon gift card and had taken her out to dinner during a visit in Pennsylvania a week before her birthday.
She logged into the Facebook app, updated her personal information there to reflect her divorce, changed back to her maiden name, marked her return to Sarasota, added her new phone number to her account, and adjusted her privacy settings to make sure she hadn’t overlooked anything. Since the divorce started, she had spent very little time on the site, not wanting to stir the pot or accidentally post something Kelly could have used against her in the divorce to try to strong-arm her into capitulating and giving up some of the terms in the prenup.
She’d already deleted all pictures of him from her profile, as well as unfriended and blocked him there.
She started at the top of her friends list and started deleting anyone who was related to Kelly, had been a friend of Kelly’s before she met him, or who were mutual friends with them.
There were maybe ten people in Pennsylvania she wanted to remain friends with, and all of them were former coworkers.
Once that had been accomplished, she posted a status update, set to friends-only.
FRREEEEEEDOOOOOM! Sarasota, I am back in you for good after way too damn long!
She almost immediately received a like from Rusty McElroy, an old friend of hers from her high school days. He’d been a couple of years older than her, but they’d played D&D together. Rusty’s younger brother had been a grade behind her, along with a couple of other friends she was Facebook friends with now.
Her next stop? FetLife. Once she’d known she was going to divorce Cheater McCheaporeenie, she’d deleted her account there. If he’d saved her profile URL, even if she changed her username he could still track her.
Plus all of her friends had been from up there. Not like she wanted to stay in touch with any of them, because they’d mostly been Kelly’s friends. She didn’t want to risk Kelly finding out about her new profile name.
Honey, I’m hoooome.
She created a new ID and started looking up local events. There’d be a Suncoast Society munch that Sunday evening, so she marked herself as going.
Making new friends, especially kinky ones, would go a long way to her regaining her emotional footing. To feeling like she was really back in control of her life.
She also joined their discussion group, and the one for Venture, the BDSM club in the area. She was really looking forward to getting there, getting active in the lifestyle again.
Dating.
She’d closed herself off from the kinky population back up in Pennsylvania once she’d discovered his cheating because she didn’t know who was trustworthy and who wasn’t. In her heart, she’d started planning her return move to Florida even then, having no desire to stay in Pennsylvania long-term.
It wasn’t her, it was the place. And Kelly. And bad memories.
And shitty winters.
I never should have left Florida.
Hindsight was twenty-twenty, though. Single female submissives rarely had trouble finding play partners. But she wouldn’t play with random people simply to get her maso fix. If she got involved with the munch group and started spending time at the club, she would quickly meet plenty of people who’d be able to help steer her to trustworthy Doms.
And she’d play at the club, not in private.
Since she had a couple of vibrators and knew how to use them, she would take orgasm play off the table. That alone would help weed out some predators, knowing they couldn’t get her alone for sexytime.
Only then would she think about maybe trying to date. Once she had her own place and didn’t have to worry about her parents being goofballs and embarrassing the crap out of her in front of a date.
Because sheknewher dad would.
Saaaaadist.
When she returned home, she checked and found several Facebook alerts. More likes on her status update, including from some other old friends she hadn’t physically laid eyes on in years. It made her think about other people she hadn’t seen since then but who she was Facebook friends with, like Axel Lewis, who’d also been a dear friend in high school and part of their D&D group.
Scratch that, he’d been more than a friend. They’d actually dated for a few months, but she’d broken up with him before they’d done anything remotely close to reaching second base. They’d been young and kids and like most other kids at that time of life, it didn’t last.
At least they’d stayed friends. She knew he’d gotten married at one point, but didn’t know if he had any kids or not. He wasn’t very active on Facebook with posting statuses about himself. The last one was over six months earlier, and was a funny meme he’d shared about engineers changing a light bulb.
