Why I don’t feel bad about cheating on my husband

Yes, it’s an entirely selfish reason.

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   One of my old sketches of a couple. Are they happy? What do you think?

   Why I don’t feel bad about cheating on my husband

We met on a plane. Plane meet-cutes are common in movies but in real life, I never sit next to hot strangers. Except for the time I met Jack. He wasn’t ripped like going-to-the-gym ripped. He was in good shape in the way men only get with consistently long hours of physical labor. With a beaded necklace against his suntanned skin and a dirty ball cap over green eyes and stubble, he looked part mountain lumberjack, part hippie surfer dude. He gestured with big, calloused hands while talking which made the muscles in his forearms ripple. 

I told him about my plans of starting running because I wanted to complete a marathon. He said he was trying to quit smoking and had been wanting to start running as well. Hey, we could be running buddies! Great idea! We were both full of shit. We talked the entire plane ride. When we got off the plane he asked for my number.

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