Look. I’m not proud of this. But I definitely crave affairs.
It’s like you truly know someone when you have an affair with them. At least you know a side of them that both of you normally keep hidden. You have this hunger you can’t satisfy in your regular life, so you have this secret place with this secret person where you can find that thrill together.
You could say I started early. My first affair with a married woman was when I was on break from my first semester in college. Her name was Ann, and she was the hostess of a local sports bar. We had an immediate attraction, like a lightning strike from the heaven kind of connection. Magnetic. Raw. It’s rare but trust me: it happens.
I was meeting up with friends to play pool. All I did was walk past her, but we both literally turned to look at each other. She was about 5’3” and quite thin with a blonde pixie cut. Colorful flower tattoos, a stud in her nose. She had, I would later discover, fake D Cup tits and a great round ass. Big blue eyes and pouty lips. She looked a bit Russian in the face, and a lot younger than she was, almost childish in fact, but I later learned she was nearly 30.