I have only once cheated on a partner. I was involved with a slightly unstable person and I wanted out of the relationship. But like a coward, I did nothing. One night, out drinking with some friends, I agreed to be the safe driver, as I'm a near Tee-Totaller. It was three of us, including my best friend, a girl he was flirrting with a lot, and his ex-girlfriend, Patty.

Patty had been the focus of many fantasies. Beautiful on the cellular level. She wore Dior, Poison, and that stuff has always been a powerful aphrodisiac for me that I like to call "Justifiable Rape". She was not a supermodel, but after knowing her for three years, I had a hard time understanding how anyone could be alone with her and not try to kiss her.

Not that I had every tried. She was my best friend's girlfriend, and I knew she was off limits. The previous year, she and my friend had broken up after she grew disenchated with him. It was an awful ordeal that ripped our circle of friends apart, and she had taken a swing at him-- indication that there was more at play here than just 'disenchantment'.

They managed to find the friendship that was underneath their affair, and became drinking buds and occasional lovers.

But that night, she and I were hitting it off fior the first time, and I confessed a secret crush I had on her. She was less intrigued by the honest emotion and more intrigued by the idea of having a 'quickie' with her ex's best friend, I think.

We got back to my home and after putting down my best friend to sleep off his intoxication, we got naked together and climbed into bed.

IMPOTENCE.

The only time I ever cheated; the last time I tried. I am still embarrased when I think about the incident.