I bumped him as I tried to muscle my way to the small corner table at my regular restaurant in Long Beach Mall. I apologised and said "sorry, I'm not trying to see if you have a wedding ring or anything". He thought I was flirting with him, while in truth I was a bit manic, and was feeling in love with the world and didn't give a fuck about anything. "I don't suppose it matters much these days", he said. "Nope", I agreed. We started to chat including details like where I lived, finding it on Google maps, and my number. His kids arrived to join him and we stopped chatting. 

I got an SMS later that he was on his way. Had we made plans?

Talk about wide eyed and bushy tailed! He said he'd never done this before - but there was just something about me! In fact he had only slept with his wife. That was an eye-opener for me. He was in his fifties - one sexual partner is impressive. I met him several times, but it didn't take much to figure out that he wasn't very bright and that he wasn't great in the sack. I had to threaten to tell his wife to end it as messages that I didn't want to have sex with him any more, didn't seem to register, and my boundaries on that front aren't that good: if a penis arrives at your door, there is no reason not to use it. And he was close to home

I don't know if you have to be bi-polar to meet someone and shag them on the same day. It does seem a bit exclusive. I'm sure other people do it. I was amazed by how easy it was and how easily he lied to his wife in front of me. First he was "going out drinking with the boys", then he was "going into a meeting". Then he just left his phone at home.

I'm sorry if he was your husband - you probably wouldn't be charmed - it just happened...