Three and a half years ago, I was living in Australia and going to graduate school, and I had a gorgeous sexy Australian friend from Adelaide, a six foot tall model/bartender/student who smoked these glorious-smelling hand-rolled cigarettes and had the most sensuous mouth I'd ever seen. We were really good friends for a long time, hung out all the time. At one point, my then-husband got fed up with Australia and moved back to the States, and her boyfriend broke up with her and moved back to Adelaide. So she and I had a brief affair.
It started one night when we'd both had a little bit to drink and it suddenly started to rain on us as we were walking back to my apartment from the cafe. I don't remember how it started exactly, but it ended in us having the most intensely passionate lesbian sex in the park, right there in the rain and the grass.
We were sleeping together for a couple of weeks when suddenly she got a couple of boyfriends (she was fairly promiscuous) and reverted back to "friend" mode. Turned out I was a rebound-fling. Thing is, I fell REALLY hard for this girl. She was the only woman I ever fell in love with, and the only woman who broke my heart. I would've followed her anywhere, done anything for her.
We've only spoken a couple of times since I left Australia. Now I just found out through a mutual friend that she and her husband and baby daughter are moving to L.A. in August. Not only that, she'll be working in my damn industry too.
I don't know how to feel about this. I'm all mixed up. I've got a nice happy relationship with a hot guy too, so I can hardly hold that against her. But I don't know if I want to see her again (okay, I do, but I damn sure don't want to see her husband).
None of our mutual friends know about the affair and I feel so damn lame knowing that I still get so emotional about it, especially since it was nothing to her. I don't know whether to see her when she gets here, or what to say to her if I do, whether I should just try to go back to our old friendship or whether I would subconsciously be wondering "what if" the whole time - and I don't want to fuck up either one of our present relationships.
So very confused. I have EXTREMELY limited experience with sex and dating, so I have no idea how to handle this. But I can't stop thinking about the way she'd lick those cigarettes when she rolled them, the goofy faces she'd make in pictures, the time we danced topless on the bar to a crowd of cheering drunk Australians in Surfer's Paradise.
What do you do in this kind of situation?

