I got chatting to a girl in a club one Saturday night.

She was attractive, funny, and somehow still interested in talking to me after watching me attempt to dance.

I decided not to waste the opportunity.

“Can I buy you a drink ?” I asked.

She smiled, but then gave me a suspicious look.

“Have you not got a girlfriend ?” she replied, “Guys like you always have girlfriends.”

I tried to look wounded.

“No, sadly we broke up just over a month ago,” I assured her.

Her expression softened immediately.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, “Go on then, I’ll have a white wine please.”

One drink became two.

Two became several.

Before long, we were laughing like old friends.

A little later there was a kiss.

Then another.

Then quite a lot of cuddling that made it obvious neither of us was especially interested in staying at the club.

Eventually, we headed back to her place.

The evening became considerably more romantic, and after making passionate love, I began getting dressed.

She lay there smiling at me.

“So, you’re good looking, a nice guy and amazing in bed.

Can I ask why on earth you split with your girlfriend ?”

I paused with one shoe in my hand.

Then I looked at her and answered,

“I said, “My wife found out.””