When in my twenties all my friends were getting married and I wasn’t having any luck with love. I got cynical about relationships and stopped respecting them. I fucked a college friend’s wife–more than once (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bfdcac/m_fucked_my_married_college_friend_while_her). I fucked a woman I met online who was engaged and looking to get in one last fling (https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/bcdkm8/i_fucked_his_fiancé_then_i_kept_doing_it/.
Desi was the third woman in a relationship that I fucked. I met her on the kind of crappy free hookup site that existed in a world before tinder. She was kind of a train wreck. She was younger than me, had been a stripper at one point, had a kid with one guy, and was married to another guy. They were getting divorced, but both of them were so broke that they couldn’t get their own place, so they still lived together in different rooms of the same apartment. He had the bedroom. She slept in the living room.
But she was attractive. And really funny in an irreverent way that I appreciated. And we clicked talking about indie and classic rock bands. And I was still relatively new to the area and lonely. All of that is rationalizing, I know. But I’m ok with that.