Married guys like me. So do engaged guys, and guys dating other people. Men who would never even think about cheating, somehow find me irrisistible. I’m catnip to the unfaithful.
And I’ll admit, I used to be pretty comfortable with the idea. Didn’t want to date anyone, so someone already in a relationship was perfect for the quick hook-up. At least until I figured out that wives and girlfriends really cut into MY booty call priorities.
I’m still trying to figure out why so many married and taken guys seem so eager to get in my pants. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m emitting an infidelity pheromone. I call it “adulterone.”
Maybe I’m listed in some sort of cheaters Zagat directory. “Petite brunette, always up for a good time…Can do that cool thing with her tongue. Reservations recommended, but not required.” Is there a mailing list for the unfaithful?
I can’t even count how many times I’ve heard “Wow, I mean I really love her and all…but you’re just really cool/hot/fun/easy.”
I guess the best explanation came from my buddy Bill a few years back when I was bemoaning my situation. “Why am I always the other woman and never THE woman? Why are unavailable men always trying to sleep with me?” Bill looked up from his beer with a bored look and informed me “Dude, it’s just that you’re a slut.”