I’m having dinner Thursday night at a restaurant where I haven’t been in awhile and I’m sitting at the same table where I had my first date with a woman about six or seven years ago. (I might be a bit off on the time frame.) I’ve never told this story publicly, but I might as well. This was a woman I met online and everything seemed great. We arranged to meet here and things went well enough that she invited me to her house, which was nearby. I’m going to skip the details, but the key fact is that she finally told me — hours later, at her house — that she is married and her husband was out of town. She wanted to keep seeing me when he wasn’t around, but I left her house and never spoke to her again. It was a very odd experience.
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