Day One hundred and eighty - Mrs. Robinson

What you'll learn moving forward is very telling about me - I have always been, and I don't think I'll ever stop being, incredibly naive, and also very, very gullible. For all the talk we have these days about so-called 'red flags', I am incrredibly inept at spotting them. From this era of my life onwards, and as I continue relating these sad little tales, you'll see exactly just what I mean.

I am very wary about how I approach the continuining tale of this person, because the smallest thing might become some sort of bread crumb that will lead her here. So, things like revealing where she came from, where she lived, what she did... I can't reveal any of that. As I said, this is something that in some specific circles is very well known. Infamous even.

I've already wrote about how we met and how we wanted to kiss - but didn't. We'd be together again soon after that, and on that day alone there were a couple of red flags that should have made me realize just what it was I was getting into. Barely a few minutes into our second meeting, she blatantly lied to me - it's a mess so stupid and absurd that I don't even even put it down in writing. But I just waved it away, thought she might've had a good reason for lying, and didn't spare a thought about it. Another red flag was this one : did she come here just to be with me? Did she bollocks, she came because she had a gig later that night, and she needed somewhere to spend the night without having to pay for an hotel. But there was an even bigger red flag later that night : we were somewhere not very far from where she had to go do her thing, and while we were there she tells me that a friend of hers is coming to meet us. This is the first time I'm hearing this, but sure. So eventually this guy arrives, at once there's a weird thing in the air between them - not just like they had some history between them, more like they were still having some of that history. But stupid me, I let it slide. I found her to be wholly enchanting, and I was under some sort of spell. As the night wore on, and I acoompanied her to do her shtick - staying until it was over, and until she'd packed her stuff. She stayed at my house, and slept in my bed. It wouldn't be just yet that we'd get intimate with one another.

Oh no, that was a little bit later after she dropped the bombshell that she was married. Well, she said she was married to the father of her children, and though they still lived together, the marriage was sham, they were together only to maintain the illusion of an united family to their children. And I believed every single word. I promise you, you can't even begin to imagine the things she told me I believed in.