Crazy world.

Here you go, a story to brighten your day...or not.

There is a lady I know, an attractive and interesting lady that I have been flirting with for some time. We laugh, we make jokes and we blush when we hold eye contact for just a little too long. We dance together like long lost lovers.

It is good fun but I have not taken it anywhere because I am a silly boy and I have been wary of breaking the spell. Flirting is fun and the anticipation of what may happen has been as much fun as the reality.

Recently we partnered up for a workshop on advanced dance moves and style. It was great fun. Afterwards we went to dinner, just the two of us. It was a little romantic and you could say, pretty well where this had been heading for some time, it was just a matter of one of us making a move.

While we were talking about stuff I got into asking the big questions that lead to where she was in her life at this time. She got married young, moved to Sydney with her husband, had two children, finished a uni degree, started a business and is very successful in all that she does.

So I asked the next obvious question, when did she split with her husband....an awkward silence followed.

"I haven't...." she said.

My head spun. I had not seen this coming. She was always out and about town with no sign of a husband and all the airs of a carefree and single life.

"Um, I have to ask, what on earth are you doing here having dinner at 11pm with me when you have 2 kids and a husband at home and everything to loose?". It was not my most tactful moment and the mouth/brain filter had totally burnt out from the shock.

She smiled and shrugged, "Good question, sorry I don't have an answer for you....I have never cheated on him, I never intended to..", she trailed off.

Over the next hour we talked it out, we laughed, we flirted some more. It was good fun if not a little awkward now that cards were on the table. We set the boundaries so that we both knew it would go no further but we could still play silly buggers on the dance floor and be friends. I sent her home to her family with her fidelity intact, physically at least.

But the question remains and burns bright in my head today, what is cheating, where is the line? As individuals in a relationship we need to have our own space and do our own things but at the same time if you are doing or thinking things that you would not want your partner to know about, have you then crossed the line? Is cheating only consummated when it turns physical and until then we are free to fantasize and flirt?

I have never been on this side of the line before, the potential to be other man. I actually don't like it very much. It feels dirty and cruel. Having been cuckold myself, I found I could not do it to this man, this unseen husband and father of her children.

I actually feel a little cheated myself because I was on the edge of opening myself up to someone only to find that there was a hell of a lot more than the normal baggage that we all carry.

C'est la vie. What a fucked up world it is some times eh?