You’re at a party, casually chatting with someone. They lean in to brush your hair out of your eyes, and as they walk off into the party they glide their touchy-feely hand all over your ass. They’re hot. You’re married. What do you do?

This is exactly what happened to me. You know what I did? I took it as a compliment, brushed it off, and hoped it wouldn’t happen again.

It did. She approached me again not long after. This time my deep rooted morales made me stand firm, like a tree, then leave. I got home at 2am and my wife told me that it looked like I’d seen a ghost. She wasn’t wrong.

Cheating makes me feel very uncomfortable. It makes me squirm. It’s so hurtful. Deceitful and manipulative. Even a flirtatious text exchange with someone would make my stomach churn. Building any sexual emotional tension with someone is disgusting.

I ain’t no pig so what does that make me– a man or a mouse?