When I was seeing it was a married man, the lure of him was the fact that I knew it was only ever going to casual and there would be no expectations of commitment.
I was at a good point in my life, I was happy, I was free to be me and that’s how I wanted my life to stay.
Yes I could have started dating someone single and made it clear I didn’t want anything serious, but there still would have felt like I had some sort of tie to him, some sort of obligation to him….. like I had to see him, or I had to text him, or I had to consider him in my plans etc and I just didn’t want that. I would have felt like I owed him something just because I was “seeing him”. I would have felt some level of expectation from him.
It’s really hard to explain properly, but what I enjoyed about the married man was that he would never put any kind of demand on me or my time, or question me about anything I did or pressure me to act in a certain way etc.
Having him in my life was an “additional extra” to what was already a life I was happy with, rather than something (a single man), that may have added complication to it.
I had no intention of going out to date a married man……… I just met a guy on a girlie weekend who I really, really liked. When I went away for the weekend I had no intention at all of meeting any potential boyfriend or meeting an guy I would want to see again because like said, I didn’t want any relationship type complications in my life. So when he turned out to he married (which he was very honest about from the start) it kind of made everything easier as I knew that I could continue to see him without there being any kind of expectation (on either end) that we owed each other anything or that we saw anything long term coming from it.
We were together for just under a year and in that time we had lots of fun together, he met a lot of my friends, he met my parents (they obviously didn’t know he was married), we went on days out together etc, it just felt so normal, but also at same time it felt freeing because it was so uncomplicated between us), there were no expectations of each other and I didn’t ‘belong’ to him in anyway. It was all so easy.
I was 22 at the time and he was 25 so we were both pretty young really.
I’m 42 now so it was twenty years ago that it happened, but when I look back on my past it is still one of the unions (because I don’t know what else to label it as) that I felt the most happiest in.