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She told me that the experience wasn’t at all what she thought it would be. I thought about going into the restroom and waiting but when I looked up from my phone, he was there. He sat down and didn’t seem nervous at all, and I thought the conversation was good. We arranged a time to meet for drinks after work, went to a bar, then walked along the riverbank and made out. I don’t feel like the rational part of my brain was working that efficiently. But trying to cheat and failing at it is pretty bad, too. I felt more distanced from my husband than I ever had before and also my self-esteem was so low, I couldn’t contemplate leaving.
There was an element of excitement and danger, but alongside that were feelings of loneliness, insecurity, isolation, and shame, the same feelings that made her want to cheat in the first place. After about 30 minutes, he smiled at me, and I thought he was going to ask if maybe we could get coffee again sometime soon, but instead, he kissed me. It’s hard to overstate how intense it feels to be kissed after so many years in a more or less sexless marriage. After that, we decided we’d set a date to get a hotel room. I felt like if I couldn’t even get someone to cheat with me, how would I ever find another person I wanted to have sex with have as a partner.
He said that with the kids, he and his wife had become like a business of managing children and just didn’t have any sexual energy left. We both worked downtown so we found a coffee shop halfway between us.
And then after a few days he asked if I could send him a photo that would “at least give him a sense of my body type.” . I’ve been sexting with someone new, a new match from the site, Things were going well, until I realized that he wanted to have a threesome. I was looking for something else, sex yes, but also, a connection. There’s their needs, their desires, their priorities, and then beneath that — mine.
He was being sued for thousands of dollars and he hadn’t even told me. It was at that moment that I decided I was going to have an affair. I wanted someone who would be easy to talk to and have a good sense of humor. He said he still wanted to see me and for it to happen but needed some time. But then I ended up feeling that way in my marriage.
So I started sorting through messages, looking for ones that seemed to come from real people. So in the meantime I started texting with that original match again, the one who asked about my cup size, and it seemed to be going well. Now, I was feeling that way in trying to have an affair. This is just the way it seems to go with me and men, my husband or otherwise.
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