Attempts by married men to entice you into their adulterous ways is a little like sitting in the cheap seats and watching events on stage unfold quickly in a bad Scandinavian melodrama. There's an unerring emotional pitch, and an intensity that veers from hysterical, to extra-hysterical.
I lay back, hungover and in faint despair. When did dating get so ridiculously complicated? And do I really care enough about either of them? There's playing hard to get and just plain unavailable. Maybe it's time to step back and just take a little time out for myself.