This story is from not long ago but prior to covid.
We met on tinder, both of us matching with anonymous profiles and clear descriptions of our situations and what we were looking for. I normally wouldn’t have swiped right, but it’s much easier to have an affair when the other person is in the same situation, so I thought I’d give it a shot. We started chatting almost immediately upon matching and turned out to have similar interests and similar goals and we very quickly moved to Kik, where we just as quickly setup a coffee meeting for the next day. It turned out we lived about 50 miles from each other so we found a place in between where we could be reasonably sure we wouldn’t run into anyone we knew.
As I drove to the meeting place, I was understandably nervous. I mean, I knew quite a bit about her from our chats but neither of us had shared pictures with each other, so I didn’t really know what to expect. Was it really a man? Someone my wife knew? My wife herself? Would we be attracted to each other? While I was fairly sure it wasn’t any of the first three, I had no idea about the last, but even if that was the case, if the worst that happened is that I had a friendly conversation with someone over coffee, I’d still count that as a win.