I went to a work conference in a town five hours away with Simon, a colleague I knew only casually. It’s normal to hang out with other colleagues at these things, and I didn’t think anything of it when he told me he wanted to skip a session to check out a local bookstore. I went with him. We walked around the city and talked. Things were easy and comfortable and light.
Simon was ugly. So ugly in fact, that he seemed harmless. On top of that, he was older than me by eighteen years.
My husband is handsome. Why would there ever be something between me and Simon? I found myself thinking, justifying the amount of time we were spending together.
Inside one of the used bookstores we visited, he handed me a book and told me to buy it. “It’s one of my favourites. I love it.” I appreciated the recommendation and smoothed my fingers over the cover before taking it to the register to purchase.
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Over dinner that night, I discovered that Simon had been divorced not once, but three times, and he was recently out of a long-term relationship. I told him to download a dating app, and he casually sat and swiped on pretty women in the area while we chatted.