Those three little words...

So I met someone recently. We've had dinner a couple of times and met for coffee. I didn't think things were progressing and there certainly was no need to report anything to anyone. It was simply a situation where I took the stance of, "see what happens."

He's smart, attractive, close to my age and a good kisser. While spending time together we'd never go for more than a minute of silence. We've read the same books, been to some of the same places and enjoy the same types of movies. We share similarities in beliefs and values and just seem to click.

We made plans to see each other Monday night, so after work I drove to his place. He led me to the solarium. We started off with chit chat which developed into making out. I heard some rustling in the other room which I assumed was the golden lab I'd passed earlier. The rustling took on another meaning when I heard, "Honey, I'm home!"

Seems he left something out about himself. He frantically shouted out, "be right there," mouthed the words, "my wife," and pointed to the door leading to the backyard. I was livid and as slowly as possible put on my shoes and let me self out the backdoor.

It took everything in me to not slam the backdoor and key his car on my way down the drive. Why did he lie? I would have slept with him anyway.

Sheesh.