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A married woman who was a friend of my family started to take a great deal of interest in me.In retrospect, it is obvious that the woman was mentally ill.Back then, because I had very difficult parents who did not pay me much attention, her interest brought enormous relief. I would write down lists of things I wanted to tell her.The woman was 40 and she began picking me up at the local library and taking me to her house.As soon as we drove into her garage and she lowered the door, we would start kissing.Even now the musty smell of a garage gets my heart racing.Like all affairs, this relationship existed outside time, outside responsibilities. There is something astonishing about how secrets make you feel like you live in a world of your own.
For me a relationship needed to contain certain excitements and problems to count.I needed the woman to risk herself for me, the way that the married woman was risking her marriage.I also needed secrets and the feeling of existing in a sort of private world.After this woman, I tried to go out with other married women. This relationship was strange because, as soon as we had sex, she told her husband.He laughed and said he hoped she was having a good time.I was 18 and the fact that this was his response made me feel my youth and feel how strange the world is.Almost as soon as the woman had told her husband I lost my interest in her.The fact that it was in the open made the relationship real and so, to me, feel leaden with responsibility. This is the relationship that I feel saddest about, because I hurt somebody who was important to me.When I could not find a married woman to sleep with I tried to create drama for myself by going out with women who had boyfriends or with whom I worked.The discretion these situations required felt very much like an affair.Sometimes when none of these conditions prevailed, I would tell the woman I was seeing not to let anyone know we were dating.