It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife ~Ironic by Alanis Morrisette
You’ve met him. He’s worked his way into your circle, but he’s married.
This particular afternoon, he follows close behind you and whispers “You’re so beautiful.”
You chuckle, smile and say curtly, “Thank you.”
You start to walk away, but he stops you, brushing his hand on yours and says, “I want to spend time with you before my wife gets home.”
You’re puzzled. Sure, maybe you’ve shared a coffee break or lunch, but it’s never been romantic. You’re now confronted with the reality that all his “friendship” was really sniffing around was a well-crafted scheme to see if you’re willing to be his mistress.
The question is, what do you do now?
You run! He’s a pro at this. You’re a conquest. It’s not even about you for him, it’s about him.
At least he told you he was married. With that foreknowledge, what happens from here, you’re an accomplice. Are you?
Thankfully, this is not my siituation. I would run! No doubt. I do not make a good mistress.