I find it alarming how many times I’ve been hit on by married men. It’s happened often enough that you might start to question why people get married in the first place. There was the man who asked me out to breakfast after we got off the same flight. I was on my way to a job interview. His left ring finger suspiciously blinged with gold. I declined. Then there was the time I found out half way through dinner. We had met when I was out dancing. He was attractive, a Secret Service Agent (which I didn’t believe until he gave me his card), but his “situation” was complicated. So, we go out to eat. Small chat, blah blah blah… he’s moving here… something about his wife. They’re separated. Something doesn’t sound right. I pause. “
Separated separated or separated by
distance?” Chuckle. By distance. Uh, not so complicated. He was married. His wife was just in another state. The best (or worst) part though was when he said what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. I didn’t actually believe people used that line, but sadly, I’m mistaken. When the check came I offered my half. He declined saying he was happy to take me out on a date.
Date? No, this is not a date. Are you going to tell your wife you took someone out on a date? We're just hanging out, that’s all this was. Yeah, so that was the end of that. Attractive, employed, and an ass. Lovely. So, it makes me wonder why anyone gets married to begin with. I mean if you love to date, just date, but good lord, don’t marry someone and still date! What sense is that? Did you just ask the priest to skip over the formalities and hurry to the “I do’s”? Seriously. It makes me sick.