Well, it was Halloween a few years ago which where I live is a complete zoo. One of the biggest in the US. Anyway, I'm out as, I can't quite recall, but something that shows off all my hours in the gym, you can make out my 8-pack through the shirt of my costume. Me and my roommate and a few other friends hit the town.

A few hours earlier I split a bottle of absinthe with my roommate so I'm fairly drunk. Anyway, I get to bar number three and there a woman, blonde, but foreign, comes up to me and we starting talking. I don't quite remember about what, but I end up taking her home. I wake up a few hours later in bed. She's lying there, and does not look nearly as good as I remembered. I'm thinking to myself 'dude, what are you doing with your life?'. Then I notice her ring finger has a tanline from where a ring used to be. At this point I'm hoping she's a divorcee, but I have a bad feeling.

She wakes a few hours later to me pacing about. She asks to be taken home. I'm thinking 'thank god' and I drive her home under her directions. And we enter the nice part of town, like million dollar homes. And I'm thinking 'I'm fucked.'. I drop her off at about 4am at the corner of this giant house that there's no way she could afford.

A few weeks pass and I get a text from an unknown number, but I know it's her immediately. I'm such an idiot for leaving her my number, but I'm a bigger idiot for agreeing to see her again. We talk and we drink, and we hook up again, and this time much more sober.

It turns out she told my drunk ass that she was married. Turns out her husband is some bigshot at an engineering firm. I just didn't remember. I see her again and again. I even meet some of her fucking friends. I eventually call it quits when she tells me to come out to the mall so she can buy me a tailored suit. I ask her to stop contacting me.

Haven't looked into it since, but I feel pretty shitty about it. But that was back when I was insecure and without direction at all.