Confession #15 – Bronx, NY

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He was 20 years my senior, but hey, my grandmother had married her fourth cousin, also 20 years her senior, so I guess you could call that family precedent. He was also not-yet-divorced. He and his wife were separated, living in different apartments, and in therapy to end their marriage.

When we met, he told me he was divorced. And then, the second time we met, he downgraded to separated. Finally, on our third date at a Mexican restaurant, while avocado was being ground into guacamole to our left, he told me (in his British English) he’d just come from getting a sexy massage — whatever that means, and we know what that means — with a woman he’d met off of Craigslist.

But still, we were enjoying each other, and he ran a very powerful Jewish nonprofit, so instead of turning away from him after hearing he’d just been with a prostitute (essentially, as time went on, it seemed that’s who he was with), I kissed him for the first time. He had seemed so uncomfortable telling me about the sexy craigslist massage, I felt like I had to kiss him. I kissed him to calm him. And that’s when our relationship began. When it likely should have ended.

There’s more to this story, of course. But that’s a bit to start it off.

– Female, 33, Bronx (NY)

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