With plenty of time on my hands during this seemingly endless pandemic, I’ve been recalling many of my past experiences as a bull, and just started writing them down for some reason. I figured this subreddit would find them interesting. At the outset, let me declare that, at root, I am a man with fairly conventional ideas about relationships. I’ve never been married, but have always wanted to be, and have spent a good chunk of early my life in committed monogam-ish relationships. I’m a pretty unremarkable Yuppie-type, with a good job, my own home, and some rather ordinary hobbies and personal interests. All of which is why it’s odd for me to confess that I’ve spent the last five years ruthlessly fucking other men’s wives. I find the term “bull” very off-putting — seriously, we can’t come up with something better? — but have to conclude that it indisputably applies to me.