When I arrived in the pit of hell, down the huge escalator, I stopped to read the sign for the correct train, she came up to me and asked me if I needed help. I said I did and she showed me to the correct train. She then told me she had no money because she had spent all her money on a visa for Italy and had travel to Moscow to get it. I felt sorry for her and I'll be honest, lust for her. (Did I just say that!) then she said she had no where to stay or go and asked me if I was staying in a hotel or hostel, (a hostel, me, at 43 years of age). She said "I show you around where you go now" I told her I was going to teach English, she said she would come with me and wait for me at the school. She told me she came to Moscow by bus and that she lived over 1,000 km outside Moscow. I felt sorry for her but also a bit suspicious. She did not look like a prostitute, was she just foolish? This question, played on my mind.
I got on the train and she followed me and sat next to me. I tried to flash my wedding ring at her as although, I felt movements in the "forbidden zone" and the dragon began to wake, my brain was screaming "you are married", "time out"," back off". I got off at my stop and after having taken a cold mental shower, I told her I had a flat here and a wife and child but she still followed me, my brain said get thee behind me devil. Then I said to her (with a reluctant heart), bye I can't help you and I rushed away up the escalator as fast as my feet could take me. It felt like walking past a shop window full of cakes when you have no money or are on a diet. I am happy I showed good moral fortitude and threw the devil back down to hell. It hurt but was the best choice.
A sad but true story. It was a tough, but had I been 15 years younger, 8 kg lighter and single, I am sure I would have gone for it, was her story true? who knows? but maybe she was just a girl who was down on her luck, was she stupid to get into such a situation? in my opinion, yes very stupid.
Dear reader, temptation often taps us on the shoulder throughout our lives, we must be strong and say no. Did I tell my wife about it? yes I did. I continue to fight my manopause on a daily basis. Follow my manopasic journey on this blog.
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