Dating a married man memoirs from the other woman
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Richard had just turned 30, but seemed from another, more grown-up world altogether.She also knew there was no point issuing warnings – I already knew the potential consequences. When we finally crossed that boundary, Richard had been working away.It was our one chance, it seemed, to spend a night together, so he came back early and stayed at my flat.As I opened the door, I turned back to look at him. I leaned towards him, still, even then, thinking, ‘Just a kiss on the cheek...’ Ten seconds later, we were having an affair. While it was happening I thought of nothing but the relief and thrill of finally being able to touch him after months of yearning.
But as we pulled away, I insisted, ‘This can’t ever happen again.’ ‘That kiss was a one-off,’ he agreed, but we both knew we were talking rubbish. I wondered whether he’d decided – quite rightly – against pursuing it.
It should have felt sleazy and wrong, but it didn’t.