@summerbreeze10 the connection you had was just two people finding each other attractive. It happens throughout life, whether you are single or attached. It will happen again and again into your future, you might even be married yourself. He’s married. Time to walk away.
In any other circumstances you might have dated and started a relationship, but the circumstances are that he is married and he chose not to do this and so did you.
I’m presuming you only saw him
for a few hours, weeks apart, work situation. You both fancied each other and it was more exciting than usual just because it is forbidden. In your head you found the frisson such a hit that you’ve woven a narrative about it and romanticised it and enjoyed replaying the connection in your head over and over to recreate the dopamine hit you enjoyed at the time. Nothing wrong with that at all.
The reality is that you fancied a guy, enjoyed the high from it, but from what you say, have only ever been with him for a few hours at work weeks apart. Whilst you replay this in your head and decide there’s no other high like it, no other guy stands a chance with you.
He’s not actually anything particularly special, you hit it off and had a connection, but his clear unavailability plus a lack of time to find out what he’s really like has idealised him and filled your head with longing and “What if…?” scenarios and “If only…”s. All perfectly delicious to dream about and re-live and it’s safe in your head, a little fantasy never hurts anybody, but it has to stay right there and you need to move on.
Affairs always feel way more exciting than a normal relationship because of this kind of scenario. The over the top high is usually fake. The excitement of the forbidden ramps up the feelings. Nobody is as attractive as somebody we fancy but shouldn’t have. Nothing is as exciting as breaking the rules and affairs are secret “Oh, if only we could…” relationships, with time and circumstance restrictions which enable them to go on far longer than if the relationship was in the open on the real world. Movies and tv series romanticise infidelity and make it something it really, really isn’t.
An affair relationship, or even just a fantasy scenario in our head, stays in a falsely extended ‘honeymoon’ period that normal relationships have at the beginning.
Remove that element, and the affair partners can’t keep up the ‘best self’ projection and with time in the real world, go from being the Great and Mighty Oz to the little man behind the curtain.
Disappointment all round that Romeo has turned into Rob from accounts (who he always actually was) and Juliet is actually just Julie from HR. There’s nothing wrong with Rob or Julie, but now they know everything about each other. Rob winces slightly as he watches Julie plucking her eyebrows and leaving the bits in the sink, and Julie hates the way Rob gets out of bed scratching his balls every morning….she signed up for Richard Gere who obviously never scratched his balls in his life. Not. It disappoints because this is real everyday stuff. Affairs aren’t. They don’t compare, they’re not the same , they exists in a fantasy bubble and not reality. Eyebrow plucking and ball scratching are the reality. This is what they always did and always will do, before their ideal, dressed up, always fun and happy selves showed up for a secret tryst. Because they’re human.
This is why affairs rarely (yes, I know some do) work out or last long when the affair couple get together. They have idealised each other, been in the ‘honeymoon’ period and longed for each other for so long that nobody could ever live up to that and reality is a far harsher mirror.
Your fantasy is just that, it’s your best you and his best him flirting naughtily in your head and possibly (gasp. Swoon) falling in love because you just couldn’t help it….. blah blah. Feels great, it’s a romantic scene. That’s why Mills and Boon sold so much stuff, why rom coms etc do so well, we get to fantasise.
Enjoy your fantasy and it’s great that you have rules and boundaries. Stick rigidly to them. We can’t control how we feel about people but we absolutely can control what we do about it. It’s not up to women to police men, but once you cross a line with a married man you are part of it all and willing to be complicit in the betrayal of his wife. Infidelity is a ruthless, devastating wrecking ball, there is a huge price to pay for everyone in and around it.
Unless you’ve been through it I can guarantee that you have no idea how hideous and in some cases literally life destroying it is.
Your boundaries will save you and others a world of pain and the thrill is never, ever worth the cost.
There are other men out there, but that’s who they all are: men. Not Romeo, not gods, not the Brad Pitt romantic lead in the movie of our lives.
Over the years (I’m older than you lovely lot) I’ve given a few men those roles in my life, and guess what? They all disappointed me. Why? Because they were guys. Guys I had fun with, had a connection with and I fancied. But they were never the huge deal I decided they were at the time, they were human like me. It wasn’t until I realised we’re all flawed humans with terrific bits thrown in, that I was ready to have a proper adult relationship with any man. Didn’t stop the fantasies, they were fun, but they stayed in my head.
Whilst we show glimpses of our god/ goddess selves at the beginning of something, later on we’re going to show our human side and that’s when you find out how strong your connection really is and what commitment and living in the real world together is really like.
I‘m sorry it hurts to long for an unavailable man, I’ve done it too. But those boundaries not only protect others, (imagine being in his wife’s shoes, the reality could be that there’s a woman your husband works with thinking about engineering time with him to start an affair. Horrific!) they protect you, too.
The very first second a married man chats you up is when you should run a mile, he’s just shown you right there that he’s a liar. He’ll lie to you too.
Keep going, he’s a bloke, not Thor, he’s somebody else’s, not yours. Imagine him sleeping with her every night whilst he tells you they live like brother and sister (rarely true) and the hours of pain desperately trying to believe that would give you. Don’t let that be you.
Vent here, but stay strong and keep this in your head, I guarantee you that you won’t regret that.