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Does anyone actually use that? How could it possibly work? “Hey baby, not only am I an asshole, I’m also a wimp.” This is supposed to get you laid?
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That’s what got me the second time, when I really, really should have known better. He was a coworker, and we were friends, often chatting online through the evening shift. He was extremely complimentary to me in a non-threatening sort of way. He noticed when I got my hair cut or wore a new outfit, and he always had something flattering to say. It was, at the time, about the only positive, masculine attention I had in my life. Not to say that there aren’t other men or that they treat me poorly. They don’t. But they never went out of their way to make me smile.
Over the course of several months, he’d mention every now and then that his wife didn’t work and hadn’t worked in more than a couple of years (they didn’t have any children). She was content to live off what he made without contributing anything. He never made a big deal about it, but it was clear he was frustrated. He was a friend, and I wanted to be supportive, so I spent more time with him, often going out for lunch.
Now, had a friend told me this same story, I would have immediately seen the red flags and warned her. But because I was marinating in warm fuzzies and told myself that my little crush didn’t mean anything and we only interacted over professional manners, it never occurred to me that I was falling sucker for one of the oldest lines out there.
It ramped up over the course of a week. His wife didn’t care if he was home or not. She had her own life, and he was only a very small part of it. And the compliments became flirting, and he decided that was it. He was going to move out and then file for divorce.
And I…fell for it. I wanted him, I wanted sex, I wanted company, and I wanted confirmation that I was desirable and lovable. I didn’t wait for him to move out and file for divorce. I invited him over and took him to bed, fully expecting that he would be single by the weekend.
And then he wasn’t. And I realized I’d been very, very stupid. I told him to make up his mind, and he did. He chose his wife.
Three weeks later, he started throwing compliments my way again. I told him his wife deserved better, and so did I. He didn’t cross any boundaries with me again. Neither of us work at that same company anymore. If I ran into him again, I’d still find him extremely attractive, but I wouldn’t trust him any further than I could shot-put him.
I was furious with myself for being taken, even though at the same time, I’m sure he was completely sincere about wanting to leave his wife. For a moment. Or about three hours on a Monday afternoon. I’m sure if I gave him the chance, he would have had many more crises of commitment, and his wife would have been portrayed as only a step or two shy of being a bloated tick, until it was time to go home to her again.
If I had to face his wife, I would be as truthful as I could without hurting her more than I absolutely had to. I would ask her to forgive me, as I’ve had to forgive myself, if only to make sure that I didn’t repeat my behavior.
Marcus Aurelius once said that those who harm others because of their own pain are less to blame than those who harm others in their pursuit of pleasure. I honestly can’t say which side of the balance sheet I fall on, only that I am NOT doing that again.