I recently cheated on my boyfriend with a professional wrestler. I’ve been a fan of this guy for longer than I’ve known my boyfriend. I don’t really feel bad as I think I should though.

My relationship with my boyfriend has been rocky lately. All he wants from me is my money for gas and s**. That’s it. We rarely kiss or spoon or go on dates. (He has a job and I live on campus) He wastes all of his money on car things to “get his business going” but it’s just not going. I don’t want to give him all my money when I don’t even have a job.

When I started talking to the pro wrestler not as a fan earlier this year, we hit it off great. He started driving me to the shows (I don’t have a car here) and I would pay him back by being the merch girl.

So anyways, we started flirting, and BAM next thing you know, I’m waiting in a parking lot for him to pick me up to go to his place at 3 in the morning. He showed me around his house, we popped in a WWE dvd and talked. It was really nice because my boyfriend hates wrestling and metal music and the wrestler loves it. Now we’re kissing and he’s actually like holding me. We do the dirty for like 2 hours! It was literally the best s** I’ve ever had. He cuddled me and massaged my back and neck while we spooned. We soon fell asleep for a few hours, and we woke up at 630 ish. When I woke up before him by like two minutes I stared over to see if he was awake and he was sleeping like a baby. He looked so peaceful it’s something that has been running across my mind all day. When he woke up he kissed me and we had s** again. This time the natural light was shining through the window by his mattress and I could see his freckles and his tattoo.

He held my hand in the car and let me kiss him goodbye when he dropped me back off at my dorm room.

It was the best night of my life.